Mabel Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old dealing with writer's block, is presented with the life-changing opportunity of closely observing the enigmatic life of renowned artist Harry Styles, known by the public as "the black cat," a nickname he has earned due to the belief that misfortune befalls those who dare to approach him. Mabel does not believe in superstitions, and she is determined to get closer to him, hoping to change how people see him and to finally become a published writer. Her efforts are only destined to falter as she uncovers the truth beneath the façade: Harry Styles is caught up in the perverse dynamics of the entertainment industry, a place way darker and scarier than what people would imagine it to be. Would you trust what the media tells you about him? ** "Do I scare you, Mabel? Why..." his eyes seem to seek permission to explore other exposed areas of my skin. He places two fingers on my neck, feeling the blood pulsating in my vein, and breathes out, "...is your heart racing?" I stammer something, completely incapable of coming up with a coherent sentence. "Tell me: are you afraid of my black cat fame, darling?" *** !! DISCLAIMER !! the book contains mature content [explicit language, sex, violence, drugs, mental health issues or other themes that some individuals may find offensive], and it is intended for adult readers only. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, OR ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

𝑠𝑢𝑔•𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑•𝑑𝑦 （𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛）𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙾𝚁 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 ...

Harry was always a little bit different than the rest; a little bit better than the rest. Captivating. A debonair movie star hidden behind the safeguard of a leather jacket. The drippy yellow yolk of an egg protected by its stark white fortress. He was fully his, and maybe that's what made him so enthralling. So compulsive. Set in the 1950's, in which Harry, leader of the greaser gang, The Wasps, meets Delilah Butler, kindhearted nurse with a fondness for red lipstick.

In which Harry Styles is a criminal law professor at Harvard Law School, and Maude Sterling is his student.

BOOK 2 OF SPOTLIGHT SERIES When Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles move to Washington for a new beginning after the chaos they went through when living in LA, how much of a change are they setting themselves up to undergo? Will they be able to handle all of it? Are they really as untouchable as they've always said they are? **MATURE CONTENT**

[COMPLETED] "You're a rare kind of turbulence. My lips still tremble." -R.Queen ***** Turbulence (noun) - full of commotion ***** Harry is on the run from people from his old life and stumbles upon a town in the middle of nowhere. He decides that this seemingly hidden town would be the perfect place to start his new life and stay hidden. But what Harry doesn't know, is that he is walking into a town run by rivaling biker gangs that might possibly be just as dangerous as what he is running from. ***** MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT ***** Started- 15 September, 2020 Finished- 26 December, 2020

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 After the death of her father, Alyssa Wilson moves to the East coast where she meets dentist Harry Styles. He's older, a father, and married. Sometimes, you can't tell your heart who to love. Not my story! ©johnnyboy7 faceclaim; bella hadid

"what would distinguish a nightmare from a dream? within the former, there is fear, anxiety, sadness. you are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. your mind knows what lies in its darkest corner, and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. a dream dangles a fantasy beneath your nose, giving you a teasing smell of what you want, but cannot have. a dream is what i wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could not have been a reality, but a figment of my tired imagination." a story that can end happily or dreadfully, depending on how you want to look at it. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sad. cute. pure. completed & edited.

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]