"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)

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.

After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage. Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan. In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost. Love that fits the world is lived. Love that defies it is remembered. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything. "Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place. He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim

You're his makeup artist. That's all it's supposed to be. Professional. Simple. Nothing more. Until it isn't. Because you start talking. Spending time together. Becoming... something you weren't expecting. And suddenly, you're not just part of his work. You're part of his life. And that's where everything starts to blur. A slow burn about blurred lines, quiet moments, and what happens when things stop being just professional. Because he's not just who the world sees and, for the first time in a long time... he feels normal.

"Don't blame me for the monster you became. You were just waiting for someone to give you permission..." ~ Olivia never meant to become a weapon-or to fall so hard for the man who made her one. But from the moment she bailed Harry out of jail, she had already surrendered. Together, they leave a trail of blood and chaos, bound by devotion so toxic it bruises more than it could ever heal. With the boys joining them and with new threats closing in, Olivia begins to see the tether for what it truly is-and if she breaks it, he may not survive what's left of himself. * * * TW ‼️ This book contains scenes of: Graphic violence/ murder, torture, blood/gore Psychological, physical, and emotional abuse SEX (includes blood play), toxic/obsessive relationship A bit of an emotional rollercoaster with the character development (forgive me in advance for Harry yikes) Reader discretion is strongly advised ‼️

The last time he had left it up to the police, murderers walked free. The judicial system was completely messed up - they misstated facts, let suspects slip through their fingers, used community resolutions to deal with criminals, let law-breakers off etc. Someone had to take matters into their own hands, and Harry was more than willing to do so. Unlike her parents, Gwen tried her hardest to steer clear of illegal activity. Even though her parents weren't exactly law-abiding individuals (as a matter of fact, they were far from it) she would stop at nothing to protect them from the brutal and grimly inventive games of The Educator. Even if it meant she might end up in one of the savagery traps.

∙COMPLETED ∙ Book 1 of the K&R series He taught her how to be a successful assassin. She taught him how to love, but not how to stop loving her. [Mature content: read at your own risk] Cover Credits: @styleslight * wrote this one when I was young so it's not my best work despite it being the most popular book. please don't judge lmao. All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2015. ©