"You shouldn't be here," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth I keep looking for. I don't look away. I can't afford to. "And yet... here I am." Harry doesn't smile. He just exhales, the scent of expensive whiskey and cold air hitting my face as his eyes track the way my pulse jumps in my throat. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." // Ariella was supposed to be a star. She survived a past that should have killed her, and she was ready to leave the wreckage behind for a microphone and a stage. But a gig at The Sterling-a high-end hotel owned by Harry Styles didn't buy her a way out. Hired to be a voice for the elite, Ella quickly realizes she's just a shield. A beautiful, tragic distraction for Harry to use while he moves weapons through the city's shadows. But Harry isn't the only one with a motive. Blackmailed by a detective to spy on the city's most dangerous family, Ella is forced to play a double game to save her sister's life. She's trapped between a law that doesn't care if she breathes and a mafia leader who is starting to own her. She's hearing secrets she can't unhear. She's seeing murders she can't forget. And the more she plays the role of a lifetime, the more she realizes the biggest threat isn't the men in suits or the guns in their hands. It's the fact that she's starting to find a home in the one place that will surely destroy her. In this game, the first one to feel... loses. ONGOING | MATURE CONTENT (18+) Highest Rankings : #1 in hsfanfic (5/5/26) #1 in Darkrry (5/28/26)

❝Do you even know me, Scarlet?❞ [H.S.] professor x student

When a violent gang by the name of Southside takes over Mollie's home, a government mandated conscription forces her to leave her safety behind and join the fight to defeat them. It is here she meets her commanding officer, Lieutenant Styles. His violent and aggressive leadership is everything Mollie had hoped to avoid. She hates him. Yet, she can't help but think she might not hate the parts of her he is unlocking. Parts of her she never knew existed. Started: 18.02.25

Three years ago, Rowan Alessandro met Harry Styles at The Vault- an exclusive underground fighting club hidden beneath Los Angeles, where money, violence, and power collide. Harry was one of the club's most infamous fighters. Untouchable in the ring, emotionally distant outside of it, and impossible to look away from. Rowan ended up spending one unforgettable night with him. And a few weeks later she found out she was pregnant. She wanted to tell Harry the truth- until one night at The Vault, Rowan witnessed something she was never supposed to see. Something dangerous enough to make her disappear before Harry could ever find her again. Now, after years spent building a quiet life around her daughter, one accidental reunion in a crowded club changes everything. Because Harry remembers her instantly. And the more Rowan tries to stay away from him, the more the universe seems determined to throw them back together. A dark, addictive slow-burn romance filled with tension, obsession, hidden secrets, emotional healing, and the kind of love that ruins everything before it saves you.

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When Destiny flees her abusive ex and moves to Mexico with her two best friends, she's ready for a fresh start-cheap rent, tequila shots, and no more looking over her shoulder. But one wild night at a desert bar changes everything.

In the summer of 1949, beneath the heat of the Deep South and the weight of expectation, a preacher's daughter falls for the one man she's forbidden to want. Secret glances turn to midnight touches, and in a town where loving him could cost her everything, Josephine has to choose between what's safe and what sets her on fire.

Yield. The word haunted me long before I even understood why. It wasn't about surrender, exactly. Not the kind that made you weak. It was more like... permission. Permission to feel, permission to let someone else in without detonating everything around you. But what happens when you yield, and the person you let in disappoints you? Betrays you? When yielding turns into exposure, and every vulnerability you offered becomes a weapon pointed back at you? Let me tell you: that's when yield stops feeling like permission and starts feeling like punishment.

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.