He's got Power over me. But I've got Control over him. "Do you think it's funny what you did? Moaning into the mic, taunting me?" His hot breath was fanning over my face. His tanned skin was flustered, still glistening with a coat of sweat. His body was flush to mine, trapping me against the cold wall. Puzzled, I looked up at him. "What? You think I did it on purpose? It's part of the song." I bitterly laughed, but he wasn't amused. His grip on my wrists tightened as he pressed them harder against the wall over my head. "Look down, princess. Look at what you've done to me." Shocked and utterly confused over his demand, I did what he hold me to and looked down the sliver of space between our bodies, my eyes instantly landing on the bump at the front of his dark skinny jeans. My mouth parted, my heart thumping in my chest. With a shaky breath, I tore my gaze from his very obvious boner and looked up at him in shock. "See how hard your little trick made me? Is this what you wanted?" He taunted, though I refused to stay there, caged between him and the wall without saying anything back at him. "Can't control yourself, pretty boy? If it's that easy to make you hard, I bet it would be even easier to make you cum." I was aiming for my words to have a completely different effect on him than what they did. I hoped he'd feel embarrassed and walk away, but I was once again proven wrong when it came to him. Bringing one of my hands down, he led it with his between us and to his crotch, pressing it there. "If you wanna know so bad, do it. Make me cum." #wattys2023

When twenty-one year old Eleanor witnesses something she shouldn't one night, she's thrust into the high-stakes world of drugs, murder, and Harry Styles. What happens when her two worlds start to collide? What if she doesn't want to escape? All Rights Reserved @femalestyles Please read warnings prior to starting this book. This book contains mature content that may not suitable to readers under the age of 18. STARTED: 6/4/2025 ENDED: ?

Dylan Sinclair has always lived in the glittering shadow of her affluent upbringing, where expectations weigh heavy on her heart. Loved by her wealthy parents, she feels oddly out of place in the world she inhabits, longing for something more than the polished facade of privilege. Amidst her inner turmoil, she finds comfort in the uncomplicated, down-to-earth presence of Harry Styles, a blue-collar dreamer with a gentle spirit. Their deepening friendship ignites stolen late-night adventures, moments filled with laughter, and a shared yearning for a different life. As summer dwindles and the easel of life shifts, the reality of impending change looms large. Dylan prepares to leave her small town and embrace the elite lifestyle her parents have scripted for her-one that feels utterly suffocating. The thought of leaving Harry behind gnaws at her soul, but societal pressures compel her to fulfill the role expected of her, vowing to escape any ties that hold her to a simpler, more genuine existence. Dylan grapples with a heart divided: the enticing allure of a prestigious college experience clashes with her undeniable connection to Harry and the raw authenticity he represents. As they navigate their separate paths, both must confront the truths of who they are and how much they are willing to sacrifice for love, aspirations, and the ever-elusive pursuit of happiness. Will Dylan choose freedom, leaving behind the life she knows, or embrace the risks of a real connection that could change everything?

"Let me guess," he says, eyes gleaming. "You read somewhere that if you humanize your captor, he starts to feel sympathy. Stockholm Syndrome in reverse. Touché." I try not to flinch as he stops directly in front of me.My breath catches, but I don't look away. He grins darkly. "Silly rabbit," he murmurs. "Tricks are for me." *** She came to London to chase the story of a lifetime. He was the story all along. When journalist Penelope Reese begins investigating a string of stolen artifacts tied to a shadowy criminal syndicate known only as The Umbra, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is to lose herself inside it. At Lethewood Manor, time warps. Morality bends. And the girl who once hunted monsters begins to wonder if she was always fated to become one. Harry Styles is more than the Umbra's ruthless leader he's a mind sharpened into a weapon, a genius who swore nothing human could ever touch him. Cold, calculating, untouchable. Until her. She's the only distraction he's ever allowed. The crack in his control. The voice he swore he didn't need, yet can't silence. To him, she's leverage, temptation, inevitability. To her, he's both a nightmare she can't escape and the one tether that might keep her alive. As Penelope unravels the secrets behind their operations-paintings lost to history, jewels worth empires, power hidden in plain sight. She begins unraveling something far more dangerous: the man who took her... and the truth about herself. But they are both bound by something neither can name-an obsession threaded by fate itself. Because some stories aren't just reported. Some stories are inevitable.

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: April 2024 Finished:

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up ~~~~ I look over at her, her eyes gleaming, "What is this?" All she does is admire her creation in front of her for a moment; the three cairns lined up side by side next to each other. When she finally turns to me, I can tell her eyes are glossy from tears welling up at her waterline. "I'm making my own family." ~~~~ A story in which a girl struggling with trauma falls in love with a boy that is too. Can they help pull each other out of the hole they've dug or will they bury themselves even deeper? DO NOT COPY MY WORK © copyrighted 2025 ~~~~ highest ratings: #1 in fineline #1 in hslot #1 in soloharrystyles #1 in zaynmalik #1 in louistomlinson #1 in styles #1 in onedirection #5 in harryedwardstyles #7 in 1direction -- started: February 17th, 2025 ended: (ongoing)

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?