« Dis mon nom, » dit Harry, ses mains saisissant mes fesses et me poussant contre le mur. « Dis-le. » « H-Harry. » J'ai gémi ; il a brusquement poussé son bassin contre le mien, me collant au mur et retournant sa tête pour me regarder. « Ce n'est pas mon nom ». Il m'a grondé. Ses yeux étaient luxurieux et sa respiration était lourde sur mes joues. « Daddy. » ---------------------------------------------- Ce n'est PAS une fiction l*rry. ---------------------------------------------- Cette fiction appartient à @hottaemaIe ; tous les droits lui reviennent. Aucun plagiat ne sera toléré ! Classé n°1 dans les catégories : sugardaddy et sugarbaby le 03/03/2021 daddy le 16/05/2021 🦾💗

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 What happens when Harry Styles shows up at the house of a previous one night stand, seconds away from death. ❀❀❀❀ Harry Styles was the best at his job, so good that he thought that he would never miss the target. However, when an important mission goes wrong and his world collapses, he shows up at the house of a previous one-night stand seeking refuge. Madeleine Henderson pretends to be as normal as she can be but the secrets she tries to keep tame says otherwise. Broken laws, faked her kidnapping, and escaped from a mental facility, she thought hiding a possible criminal in her apartment was another to add to her list. The moment Harry met Madeleine, they both started playing with fire. The consequences of getting burnt were blurred by desire and lust. How long can the fire keep burning when dark secrets arise? How far were they willing to go to keep those lines blurred? *Includes mature content, please read warnings* Started: March 30th, 2021 Finished: March 15th, 2022

The thumping of my heart against my ribcage was getting worse and I placed one hand over it as if that would coax it into calming down. I hear him walking into my room, my body pressing against the back of the closet as he speaks again, "Marco?" the child-like tone of his voice sending shivers down my spine. I pinch my eyes close, praying to any higher authority out there that he just goes away. The footsteps come to a halt, and for a moment I think that he gave up but the doors that barrier me from him open. "Polo." He grunts as his large hand wraps around my wrist that is against my chest and pulls me outside the closet effortlessly, closing the door behind me and slamming me into it harshly. // Deception is pop/rock band that has taken over the world in the past two years. It stars Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. Drugs, sex, music, tour, spotlight, chaos and their side job, this is their life. // HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 In darkharry #1 in 1D #2 in onedirection Warnings: Contains mature and explicit content Drug abuse Language Violence Mental health

He cocks his head to the side and gives me a look, then extends his arm and rests his hand on the wall above my head. He leans in closer, only 6 inches between us now. I can feel the body heat radiating off of him. The scent of his cologne fills my nostrils, overtaking my senses. He licks his cherry-red lips before he speaks. "You're playing with fire, sunshine, I hope you know that." "Fire doesn't scare me," I dare to move in closer, wrapping my hand around to grip to back of his neck and leaning up on my toes to whisper in his ear, "I'm a fucking pyromaniac, baby." I can sense his whole body tense up as I linger for a second, my breath bouncing off of his skin back onto my face. I pull my face back, but keep my hand where it is. Harry's eyes bore into me, and if I didn't know better I would swear he was staring directly into my soul. "Is that a challenge?" It sounds more like a threat than a question. "You tell me," I turn the question back onto him. I finally release him, letting the tips of my fingernails graze the back and side of his neck as I let my hand drop. He just shakes his head and smiles deviously. "This is going to be a lot of fun, sunshine." // Spencer Jameson's dreams seem to be coming to fruition when her band, Cherry Bomb, is chosen to open for the up-and-coming band Ardere on tour. But when she finds herself in a silent war with Ardere's lead singer, Harry, she gets a lot more than she bargained for. Will the secrets held by herself, Harry, and even her best friend, Zayn, end well? Or will it result in mass destruction for all of them? // ⚠️WARNING⚠️: Dark Harry Contains Vulgar Language, Sexual Scenes, Drugs, Alcohol, Violence, Murder, Abuse, SA Started: May 4, 2021 Highest Rankings: #2 in HSAU (1/2/23) #11 in TOUR (12/27/22) #12 in ONEDIRECTIONASTHEMSELVES (8/6/22) #16 in STYLES (10/2/22) #18 in HS (3/12/23)

Entre guerres de pouvoir, famille de cœur, nouvelles chances et trahisons, la dynastie des Scott est sur le point de vivre un nouveau tournant. Une année s'est écoulée depuis qu'Asher a arraché Ella à sa nouvelle vie. Et tandis que la jeune femme essaie de panser ses blessures, lui, est hanté par le souvenir de ses yeux bleus. Pourtant, le leader du réseau des Scott est bien trop fier pour revenir toquer à sa porte. Jusqu'à ce que leurs univers entrent à nouveau en collision. La possessivité d'Asher prend le dessus, et le leader est bien déterminé à réveiller les sentiments de celle qu'il surnomme « son ange »... sans réaliser que cela signifie également raviver les siens. Mais Ella refuse de lui pardonner son année de silence. Et si pendant longtemps, l'ange s'est plié à ses volontés, elle est aujourd'hui décidée à embraser son univers, quitte à y laisser quelques plumes. ⚠️ Certaines scènes peuvent heurter les plus jeunes ⚠️

Au sein des réseaux criminels, là où régnent puissance, meurtre et pouvoir, il y avait elles. Les captives. Dangereuses, malignes, et mortelles, elles sont les ombres des plus grands réseaux, les représentantes de leurs chefs, aussi appelés possesseurs. Depuis son adolescence, Ella est une captive contre son gré. John, son possesseur, préfère utiliser son corps plutôt que ses talents, plongeant sa vie dans un cauchemar éveillé. Jusqu'au jour où il lui annonce qu'elle va travailler pour quelqu'un d'autre... Si Ella pensait qu'il ne pouvait y avoir pire que John, elle réalise très vite que son nouveau possesseur joue dans une tout autre catégorie. Ce certain « Ash », leader charismatique du réseau des Scott, refuse la présence d'une captive à ses côtés. Pour une raison obscure, il voue une haine viscérale à ces femmes. Un jeu dangereux s'installe alors entre eux, car Asher entend bien faire payer Ella, mais celle-ci ne compte pas céder.. « Ne joue pas avec le diable, mon ange, ne t'aventure pas dans ce que tu regretteras. » ⚠️ Certaines scènes peuvent heurter les plus jeunes ⚠️ TOUS DROITS RÉSERVÉS ©

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||