"Welcome to Hard Liquor. A club mixed with a bit of intellect," Harry whispered on the crook of my neck, fanning the whisk of his warm breath on the most sensitive part of my skin. His sharp smirk gleamed prominently as blood trickled down his cheeks, on the bridge of his nose, and seeped its way into his mouth. I was trapped in my own chokehold of horror, fluttering my eyes inconsistently at the feeling of his breath stroking my nape. • Formerly known as Hard Liquor / H.S. •

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT "Have you ever held a heart with your bare hand? No gloves, just sensing the blood dripping through your fingers, feeling the dark, dead muscle barely pulsing against your skin?" "N-no..." "Then stop telling me how to do my job, sweetheart." ---

"That's the funny thing about trying to escape the past, you never really can. No matter how far or fast you run, the past always catches up to you. You may be able to escape temporarily but, you have to face the darkness of your past to reach the light in your future."

Harry Styles. 23. A cold-blooded killer whose loyalties lie strongly with his father. He will do anything to keep their gang safe, even if that means having to marry the girl he hates the most. Eden Crawford. 19. A strong and innocent face, being the only daughter and woman left in her father's life, means making and sacrificing everything she believes in. Liam Styles and George Crawford are life long friends, being two of the biggest cartel bosses in the world, their enemies are hot on their tails. The Crawfords seek extra protection from the Styles and the only way to obtain it, is if their youngest or only child seeks a hand in marriage with the other of past traditions. Will the plan work? Could two enemies be forced to marry soon fall for one another? Or was that really the plan all along...

*This story contains EXPLICIT and MATURE content* He licked his lips, looking me up and down, like a lion stalking his next meal, and it looks like I was desert. "Jade I don't think you want to see this side of me" He says, fingers grasped tightly around my throat, feeling the cold sensation of the rings against my esophagus. His grip was tight, showing that he wanted complete control over me. His eyes stared deep into mine, making my stomach fill with butterflies and my legs clench. The way Harry makes me feel is unlike anything I've felt around other guys. "I want all of you Harry. I want you to fuck me until i'm crying for you to stop" I say with my whole chest, trying to be as confident as I can without completely crumbling under his gaze. "You ask and you shall receive angel" *** Jade Hawthorne is a 21 year old woman living in Toronto. Jade decides she needed a change of pace in her life and decides to leave her hometown move to New York with Kaia, her childhood best friend. Jade also has a younger brother named Zayn Malik. What Jade doesn't know is her life is about to be turned upside down by Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Louis Tomlinson Harry Styles is a well known businessman who deals with taking out the top people in the world, working with his best friends Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, and Liam Payne. Harry may think his life is calm, but it's about to be turned upside down when Jade walks into his life. *** WARNING: This story is VERY dark and kinky Contains: knife kink, pain kink, and more

Most people would call my life perfect and I used to agree. I have wonderful and supportive parents and a hot, soon to be pro athlete, boyfriend. I have been described as beautiful, smart, and funny. I would say I had it all. I am currently going to school at Harvard, but l'm doing study abroad at Oxford. Going to Oxford changed a lot of things for me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle or fix. No, the real problems started when I decided to take one day off to explore London. I started my day off with coffee and ended it with a few stalkers. That's the exact moment my life came crashing down. It feels like I was walking on cloud nine. One second I was floating and the next I'm crashing. All because of Niall Horan. Everything I thought I knew is wrong. How can one man do so much damage to my life? Everything I have learned in my psychology classes are keeping me afloat, especially my recent study of Stockholm Syndrome. What happens when you spend your whole life in the sky? You can't go any higher, which means you can only go down. *** "Can someone who suffers from Stockholm Syndrome truly fall in love with their captor?" Professor Dunham asks. "No. Stockholm Syndrome is your brain coping with the trauma you are experiencing. You can't love someone just because they decide not to kill you." I answer with no hesitation. "And how do you treat Stockholm Syndrome?" Professor Dunham asks like it is a tricky question. My classmate jokingly says, "lots and lots of therapy." Not satisfied with my classmate's answer I add by saying, "and never judge or give advice. You have to help the victim on their own terms and avoid polarization. They see the captor as the one who kept them alive. They won't see the bad right away." *** All ideas and concepts come from my own mind. Do not use any of my ideas. K? Thanks! And there will be swearing, alcohol and drug use, and sexual themes throughout the story.

"And.. the r- rules?" I quietly spoke. "Oh that's the most fun part about all of this... there are no rules." ----------------------------- Murders have been happening all over NYC by criminals. They are known as the SF KILLERS. Toria's 19th birthday took an unexpected turn when she is met with a man, scary enough to make her blood run cold. Harry Styles. detrimental: intending to cause harm or damage. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED MATURE CONTENT very slow updates i'm sorry 😔 started 9/26/20 #18 in styles #48 in hs

"So you're going t- to kill me?" I stutter as I gulp in fear at this man, my voice noticeably becoming higher. " Not unless you give me a reason to, love." He speaks with a cold tone, he knows what he's done. Started March 22, 2020