For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

He went by Hot Shot, nicknamed for his exceptional ability to repair cars. Molly Pierce, an ambitious girl from the opposite side of town, went a while without ever figuring out his real name. But when the truth about his sinful name and twisted past inevitably resurfaced, she was stuck with a choice to make. A tale of forbidden love, mechanics, and car thieves. ***PLEASE SEPARATE CHARACTERS FROM THEIR FACE CLAIMS, INCLUDING HARRY highest rankings: #1 in harry #1 in harrystyles

"You'd be wise to tell me the truth. Which racer would the Circuit rather see dead?" "Redline." --- The Circuit is the top name in underground car racing - an elite, globally connected syndicate operating secretly beneath multiple polished fronts. Each season, it attracts blacklisted professional racers, unknown talents, and secret donors who are all chasing high-stake wins on illegal, unpredictable tracks. With a new season approaching, the racing world remains unsettled by the shocking conclusion to last year's run - and the role Harry Styles played in it. Known as Redline, his reputation was built on unmatched speed and precision. But a collision at the final race ended his most recent season just short of the win, and rumors suggest he hasn't quite recovered. Still, his brand can't afford to disappear. If he can't race, Redline still has to. He needs a ghost driver; someone who can match his skill, win under his name, and navigate the pressure the Circuit demands. Val has several lurking issues of her own. As a getaway driver for organized criminals, her life depends on speed, discretion, and skill. When she betrays a top client, she needs a way out - and fast. Unbeknownst to her, an offer is already lingering nearby. Deals are made. Obstacles lurk in each city. And two stubborn individuals must work together to ensure that Redline finishes this next season on top.

"I never thought I believed in soulmates, but how could I not when I have proof right in front of me?" - - - Norah is a college student just trying to get by. Harry is one of the biggest pop stars on Earth and his fame is only rising. A course of events leads to a relationship that's only asking for disaster. - - **TW: Story contains mature content like minor scenes of sexual content, minor scenes of violence, and themes involving anxiety and depression **As I said, there is only a minor amount of smut, but this story will take you through a rollercoaster of emotions!

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"Harry. Come over tonight?" "I can't.. I was sleeping." He said, slightly annoyed that I called him up at like 3 in the morning. "Please." I rolled my eyes. I waited for a response, as I could hear shuffling at the other end of a line. "Do you want to have sex tonight?" I smiled, biting my lip. "Pleasure to." He lowly chuckled, as I yawned. "I'll be there in about ten minutes." "I'm naked under the sheets." "Maybe five, then." I could hear him moving around already, me guessing he was fumbling with his jeans before I hear him head downstairs. I smirked. "Oh and by the way." "Yeah?" He breathed out. "I hate you." -------------------------- We were the complete opposites, as you can see.. But we both had one single thing in common. COPYRIGHTED © BritishBums COVER MADE BY: BritishBums (lol) EDITOR: fivesaucetbh

Harry Styles; CEO of 'Pleasing', single dad to two children, prioritizes his job over anything else. Edora Winters; fresh out of college, a nursery practitioner living in the heart of Los Angeles, prioritizes her job over anything else. What happens when Edora, a woman who spends her time protecting children, comes across Harry, a man who spends his days neglecting his children? Even better, what happens when a drunken meet up in Las Vegas leads to a wedlock, to a child of their own, binding them together for years to come? STARTED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2021 FINISHED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2022

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021