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?

18+ | ONGOING *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||

[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so does Harry. Money, murder, family, love, gangs, drugs, sex, cars, California... what could possibly go wrong? ----------------------- this book contains violence, mature/dark themes, explicit sexual content including kink, and the use of profanity.

[completed] "I'm Harry Styles. The artist." ~~ Two heartbroken individuals happen to stumble into each others lives and completely change everything. Read to follow Aurora and Harry's journey through these ups and downs as they fall in love but can't seem to escape their past lives. ~~ Aurora Honeycutt, the florist. Harry Styles, the artist. Or as they like to call each other - the Flower and the Capolavoro. ~~ (Book 1) *story contains mature and explicit content*

Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

"the mess of me will always need the best of you" kaitlynn rose walker is a college student with anxiety that doesn't leave her dorm much. harry edward styles is a college student who parties every weekend with his friends liam, louis, and niall. somehow, the universe pushes them towards each other just when they need each other the most. // lyric above from "rescue" by hunter hayes

A girl meets a boy. The boy asks the girl out. They start dating, they kiss, they have sex and eventually, they fall in love... This is how relationships are supposed to go... Right? --------------------------------- "Hi," I say, capturing his attention as I move my hair behind my ears. He stops talking with his friends and looks up at me. A grin playing on his lips as his green irises study my face. "Hi", his raspy voice comes out low and slow, giving me chills. I swallow, quickly glancing at Jace and Ronnie waiting for me at the bar counter. "Uhm... my friends said I don't have the bollocks to kiss a stranger and dared me to kiss you..." I say, letting my eyes travel to his friends that are now looking at me. "Okay..." his expression doesn't change, he keeps looking at me with a cocky smirk, "So you want to kiss me?" Shifting on my heels I clear my throat "I mean... Only if it's okay with you" He gives me a smug smile, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip, "Go ahead babe" he says, patting the spot beside him. Mature Content Start: 07/05/2020 or 05/07/2020

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*