Luna Jaden, a twenty-three year old woman working in a cafe in the streets of gloomy Washington, lives a quiet and forgettable life. Late shifts, small apartments, dreams that never quite reach beyond survival, and things she never thought to question. Harry Styles, the best and most ruthless hitman in his empire, doesn't belong in it. Harry tells Luna that someone is after her but what he doesn't explain is who they are or why they want her. Only that she's no longer safe in the public eye and that the only way to survive is to stay hidden and locked inside a safehouse with him in the North Cascades, one of the most secluded places in Washington, watching her every move. He calls it protection. He calls it necessary. As time passes, more of the cracks show. The threats no longer feel random to Luna, the danger doesn't feel external, and Harry seems to know more than he's saying out loud. She doesn't know what she's gotten herself involved in, and she doesn't know that Harry was never the one keeping her safe. He was only one of the reasons she needed saving. *** Start date: December 28th, 2025. End date: *** #1 Punk #1 Safehouse #2 Gangs #3 Hitman #5 harryedwardstyles #19 HarryStyles

Welcome to Fragments of Us. Ciara Mendez is a fierce, ambitious woman, a hard-working party girl with a sharp edge and a past she's desperate to leave behind. Her only goal? Success. She's determined to rise above it all, head held high, heart locked away, and emotions buried deep. But life has other plans. When the unexpected creeps in, heartbreak, regret, love, or maybe just lust. Ciara finds herself torn between who she was and who she's trying to become. Harry Styles, enigmatic, charming, and born into wealth that hides a darker truth. He's inherited more than just money from his late father; he's inherited secrets. Dangerous ones. The kind that require lies to keep the people he loves safe. But lies have a way of unraveling and when Ciara and Harry's worlds collide, they're both forced to confront the truth they've been running from. In the dark, love waits. But not everything waiting is kind. ✵ ✵ ✵ I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'll be a good girl... if you tell me your name. Would be a shame if no one knows who made me come." He chuckled darkly. "You're something else, Ciara." My stomach dropped. How did he know my name? He smiled, flashing a dimple. "Since you asked so nicely... I'm Harry."