Harry Styles; CEO of 'Pleasing', single dad to two children, prioritizes his job over anything else. Edora Winters; fresh out of college, a nursery practitioner living in the heart of Los Angeles, prioritizes her job over anything else. What happens when Edora, a woman who spends her time protecting children, comes across Harry, a man who spends his days neglecting his children? Even better, what happens when a drunken meet up in Las Vegas leads to a wedlock, to a child of their own, binding them together for years to come? STARTED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2021 FINISHED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2022

[COMPLETED] trep·i·da·tion a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen. *** "You'll see the truth one day." I whispered against his harsh lips knowing this was wrong. The sensation was driving me insane, his warm breath panning over my lips. I needed this "Maybe I don't want the truth." His voice rough and his grip around my neck tightened. "Enough of your games, I've had it, now you listen to me or you walk away." *** Indiana Sommers isn't your normal working woman, she's capable of much more than the average human and she isn't afraid to show it. Working for Cruel Blood, one of the top mafias, she is being sent on an eight month job. Working with their competing mafia, Black Streak, Indiana must pose and work for the hit band "Trepidation". She must do her job, and do anything to complete it. No matter who or what gets in the way. When she is involved with Harry Styles everything changes. He is just as dangerous as her How is she supposed to complete her job? Trepidation is all Indiana can feel. *MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* DARK FIC//KINKS//SUBSTANCE ABUSE DECEMBER 2020 - AUGUST 2021

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"

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

BEST FANFIC SERIES 2018 - @thefanfictionawards Final book of the Lush Trilogy (completed ✓) Continuation of Lush Corruption Two years. That's how long it's been since Harry left Vicky in Texas. The silence is deafening-no goodbye message to Vicky, no reported sightings, no word to his friends, not a single appearance at the Moulin Rouge. It's like he doesn't even exist anymore. As his sudden disappearance has left a scar on Vicky, she refuses to dwell on it any longer. She's fighting back, determined to erase him from her mind, to move on from what they once had. But does that mean this is the end of Vicky and Harry-or just the quiet before the storm? WARNING: Mature content. Fanfiction #129 All Rights Reserved to @butterflytattoo

A story of first true love between an unsuspecting, extroverted girl and an awkward, beautifully magnetic boy. WARNING: Explicit sexuality. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

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I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden