Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

Harry Styles. Infamous strip-club owner and a part of the criminal elite. He has money, drugs, whatever he wants. And if he doesn't have it? Well, that's simple. He'll get it. Darcey Hemlock. Notorious poison dealer and a part of a nefarious fleet of do-no-gooders. She has money, guns, lackeys, men quaking whenever she enters a room. And if someone doesn't show her respect? Well, that's simple. She'll get it. There's a problem though. Almost all of Dallas is poisoned. Poisoned by drugs, guns, petty crime turned to gangs shooting innocents, and families split apart. And it's all the Vipers' fault. They've created a drug that has blurred the lines of common sense and logic. The plot twist to this story? They claim they haven't manufactured anything. They're saying they're innocent... *** "Don't mess with the snakes if you can't handle the poison." I scoff, watching him writhe in agony from the snake that's slowly twisting around his neck and taking his lifeline from him, "Because damn, does it hurt like a bitch when you get the fangs." *** TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEATH, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL THEMES, AND OTHER TRIGGERING TOPICS!!

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

The most perfect Hollywood couple to ever exist. Aviana and Harry Styles. Although maybe it's not all bright white smiles and perfectly posed photos. Maybe there's so much more to it than hours of hair and makeup. Maybe it's not all that it seems. You never really know what happens behind closed doors. Maybe it'll end in tears, maybe it'll work out.

In a world of equations and logic, Daisy Montgomery is a beautiful chaos that eludes Harry's analytical mind.

occulto; hidden, secret, concealed. // Harry and Elaina cheated death. They were separated for their protection, hidden and tucked away where they couldn't be found. Now, it's time for them to reunite. But things have changed. Things aren't the way they thought they'd be once they found each other again. They must learn to navigate a changing lifestyle and each other, now that the life they envisioned might not be what they want anymore.

Mature Content 18+ |AU| "Harlow you are the one person I hate the most in this entire fucking world!" Harry's yells as his finger is pointed directly at my face, teeth clenched with anger. "Yeah well news flash!" I swat his hand away. "You're pretty high up on my list too!" I huff out as I begin to walk away, annoyed and done with this conversation. "You're not fucking leaving!" Harry yells, grabbing hold of my wrist, squeezing it tightly and pulls be back to him. He shoves me against the mirrored wall, the glass cracking against my back. His face lowers so it is now level with mine. "Not before I show you just how much I hate you." * Harlow- An aspiring singer who is for now, a backup for the one and only Harry Styles; in more way than one. Harry- The worlds heartthrob who hides his true self so well, only showing the world what they want to see. Which is a golden boy who does no wrong. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Niall Horan #5 in One Direction #6 in Dylan O'Brien

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished:

"You can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up" When 20 year old Matilda moved down to London after growing up quicker than others. And one night goes on the roof to think and bumps into the lead singer of a band and have no realisation until after they meet. Will they be able to find eachother after 1 year of searching? Will it all fall back into place and fall for the same person that they met? Or is there more behind the sences than the band says?