// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

"What's your favourite word?" I ask quickly, hoping to ease the tension building between us-though I think I'm the only one who feels it. He pauses for a moment, his gaze focused on his thumb still gently tracing circles on my hand. Without looking back up at me, he responds, his voice soft, barely above a whisper: "You." // Clover has always dreamed of a fresh start, so when she moves to Seattle with her best friend, Maycen, for university, she's excited for the adventure ahead. It's there that she meets Harry, a charming, enigmatic man who quickly captivates her heart. When Clover stumbles upon a terrifying secret, it uncovers a shocking truth that threatens everything she thought she knew about the people she loves. Clover finds herself trapped in a dangerous game with no way out. Crimson Angel is a dark, suspenseful tale of friendship, love, and deception, where nothing is as it seems, and the people closest to you might be the ones who will bring you the most harm. (Dark/Mature Content/Harry Styles Fan Fiction/LHH)

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?

Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. Achievements: #1 Harryfanfic #1 Styles #2 fandom

Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."

He's the man the world watches. She's the girl who was never supposed to be seen. What began as stolen moments turned into something real-too real to survive the spotlight. Between backstage whispers and sleepless nights, they built a love that could only exist in secret. But when the music stops, and the lights fade, love isn't always enough to keep you from walking away.

The vibe: 90's, grunge, skatepark, Fratrry COMPLETED! *** The teens are living their best lives at the hottest skate park in Venice Beach, circa 1998. Between the concerts, parties, drugs, alcohol, friendships, and board tricks begging to be learned there isn't time for anything else. Except the occasional drama slip, hidden kiss, and new girl that comes to town. *** This book is a mature read that may contain vulgar language, assaults/abuse, sexual content, descriptive violence, drug abuse, and explicit content.

[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)

It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

Lily Haize is finally 21, and she's ready to celebrate in style, on a dreamy beach vacation with her parents. There's just one problem: her parents' best friends have decided to tag along... and they're bringing him. Harry Styles Smug, infuriating, cocky Harry, with his stupid perfect jawline and his annoying smirk that has definitely gotten worse over the years. Worse? He's turning 21 on the exact same day as her. Cue the birthday competition, petty dares, beachside bickering, and endless one-upping. But as the days heat up, so does the tension-of a very different kind. The hate is still there... it just comes with lingering stares, accidental touches, and moments that make her question everything she thought she knew about him. One villa. Two birthdays Too many secrets. And one unexpected twist neither of them saw coming. It was supposed to be a vacation. It might just be the start of something more. "You can keep pretending you hate me, Lil..." He smirked, fingers brushing the hem of my dress. "But your body's already told me the truth."