Three years ago, Rowan Alessandro met Harry Styles at The Vault- an exclusive underground fighting club hidden beneath Los Angeles, where money, violence, and power collide. Harry was one of the club's most infamous fighters. Untouchable in the ring, emotionally distant outside of it, and impossible to look away from. Rowan ended up spending one unforgettable night with him. And a few weeks later she found out she was pregnant. She wanted to tell Harry the truth- until one night at The Vault, Rowan witnessed something she was never supposed to see. Something dangerous enough to make her disappear before Harry could ever find her again. Now, after years spent building a quiet life around her daughter, one accidental reunion in a crowded club changes everything. Because Harry remembers her instantly. And the more Rowan tries to stay away from him, the more the universe seems determined to throw them back together. A dark, addictive slow-burn romance filled with tension, obsession, hidden secrets, emotional healing, and the kind of love that ruins everything before it saves you.

'Stay out of trouble, angel.' When the bar Maud works at is suddenly sold, she's told not to worry. New owner, same job - nothing will change. Except everything does. Because the new owner isn't just a person, it's a motorcycle club, Rapture MC. And at the center, unforgiving and merciless, stands Harry Styles. The kind of man who doesn't ask but only takes. Maud knows she should stay far away from him, but the bar becomes his territory. And Maud? She's suddenly right in the middle of it. WARNING 18+ ONLY: this fic contains mature themes and content. Reader discretion is advised. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @butterflytattoo

I swallowed harshly, "Please don't. Please don't kill him." The man on the floor let out a broken cry at my feet, I got down onto my knees and took his hands into mine. He lowered his head to my hands, sobbing all over me. I felt my eyes brim with tears at the sight of him before me, trying to soothe my thumbs against his skin, but he was holding my hands too tightly. "P-please don't." I looked up at the man. His eyes were a green that I'd never seen before. Despite how bright they were, I could tell that there was absolutely nothing kind behind them. He looked down at me. The only word to describe his face was bored. He was bored at the appearance in-front of him. In an instant, the man stood behind leaned forward and shot him right through the side of the head. Dodging my hands, but ultimately, blowing the man's brains all over my face. He went limp, falling onto me. I gently lifted my hand up to my face, feeling something unusual settle in my mouth. I brought my hand back before me and saw blood all over myself. It was in my mouth. I crawled back away from the man, slowly. I couldn't hold myself up, with the weight of him on me too. I'd failed to move, the weight of him actually suffocating me now. Sobs were beating against my chest, heavy and stuttered breaths fought them back. I screamed. I was faced with no other than the true devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

"You shouldn't be here," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth I keep looking for. I don't look away. I can't afford to. "And yet... here I am." Harry doesn't smile. He just exhales, the scent of expensive whiskey and cold air hitting my face as his eyes track the way my pulse jumps in my throat. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." // Ariella was supposed to be a star. She survived a past that should have killed her, and she was ready to leave the wreckage behind for a microphone and a stage. But a gig at The Sterling-a high-end hotel owned by Harry Styles didn't buy her a way out. Hired to be a voice for the elite, Ella quickly realizes she's just a shield. A beautiful, tragic distraction for Harry to use while he moves weapons through the city's shadows. But Harry isn't the only one with a motive. Blackmailed by a detective to spy on the city's most dangerous family, Ella is forced to play a double game to save her sister's life. She's trapped between a law that doesn't care if she breathes and a mafia leader who is starting to own her. She's hearing secrets she can't unhear. She's seeing murders she can't forget. And the more she plays the role of a lifetime, the more she realizes the biggest threat isn't the men in suits or the guns in their hands. It's the fact that she's starting to find a home in the one place that will surely destroy her. In this game, the first one to feel... loses. ONGOING | MATURE CONTENT (18+) Highest Rankings : #1 in hsfanfic (5/5/26) #1 in Darkrry (5/28/26)

"Say one word and I will leave you alone from now on," he murmured, "I won't object." He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch unexpectedly soft on her skin. "But if you're interested, if you want to know more, say so." He let his finger travel down her cheek to her jaw, grazing her throat and leaving a burning trail on her body, and Cora parted her lips to breathe out a reply. "Please?" "Please what?" Harry asked, whispering into her ear, way closer to her than he'd ever been before. "Do you want me to take you to the deep end?" • • • When Cora meets Harry, the enigmatic owner of the Fair, she's thrown into a world of magic and mystery. Between royal intrigues, blooming wars and a whirlwind romance, she must find out who she truly is and where her loyalties lie - but she must be fast, because it won't be long before she'll be put to the test. Now she must ask herself, what is she willing to give up in order to follow the path before her? And is Harry truly the perfect man she's always believed him to be, or is there more to him than meets the eye? 29/11/21 #39 in harry 14/12/21 #118 in fiction

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.

Time is a strange thing when you're running from it at three hundred kilometers per hour. It stretches. It blurs. It pretends to heal things it only teaches you how to live around. And I think, somewhere along the way, I stopped being afraid of crashing. And started being afraid of what would happen if I didn't. Because the truth is - You can outrun a lot of things. But not the person who changed the way your heart learned to exist.

When an anonymous threat attacks two rival spy organizations, Nicole Calvitto agrees to become the center of a faux alliance in order to combat the looming peril. Her job was simple: marry her organization's opposing heir, work together to solve the mysterious string of deaths, and in the meantime uncover any secrets her not-so-beloved new husband, Harry Styles, and his intellectual arrogance kept hidden. Unveiled is a fanfiction about spies, secrets, and a man who thinks he knows everything.

A book about money, cars, and secrets. In the shadows of Los Angeles, where the roar of engines hides secrets darker than midnight, Harry Styles rules the underground street racing scene - fast, ruthless, and untouchable. Kiera Reeves is of high status. A symbol of Los Angeles with everything to lose, drawn into a world she's sworn to destroy. She's not a racer. She doesn't play by the rules. But to find the truth, she'll have to ride dirty.