"If only you could see yourself through my eyes, you'll understand why I couldn't just let you go." Sequel of RESTRAINT MATURE CONTENTS. 18+

"Do You know what happens to people when they lie to me, Katarina?" He looks me straight in the eye. "No your majesty." I barely whisper. He puts more pressure on my hips as he pushes me harder into the wall. His lips touch my ear as he leans down to reach them. "They get punished." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book contains mature themes. For mature readers only. Do not read if you cannot handle the mature content. You have been warned. I HAVE NOT PUBLISHED THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM BESIDES WATTPAD. I DO NOT anymore allow translations.

"you were never going to chose me, were you harry? all those lies of leaving your wife, you just led me on." her voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. harry looked from his former lover to his wife who's jaw was clenched and lips were pressed together in a thin, tight line. she wasn't happy. "sorry, ma'am. i don't think i remember meeting you. you probably have the wrong guy," he looked at her apologetically, guilt showing clearly in his eyes. erin stood there with a satisfied smile and a devilish glint in her orbs as she watched the poor girl break right in front of her. "your right, harry. you are the wrong guy. i just can't believe it took me this long to realize it." she whispered. updates on weekends. -lowercase intended- | all rights reserved © 2016 | @harrysbabyyy cover done by: @amazani

"Princess," he said, breathlessly, distantly. It had taken me a few moments before I realized he was referring to me. His expectant gaze clouded my thoughts, and his slow steps closer echoed throughout the marble palace floors. Carefully, delicately, he took my hand, examining the gleaming ring on my finger before flickering his gaze back up to mine, a smile breaking across his features. "It really is you." -- a dark harry styles fanfiction --

Prince Harry did not want a wife. He was happy bedding the women of the kingdom without a care. But when Princess Eleanora waltzed into his life, he was stunned to have her shake his world upside down. With his kingdom on the line, what will he choose? His pride, or a chance of love? ~ "I do not understand why you are being so kind to me." An eye peeked open to look behind him, staring at her soft face. Harry didn't deserve anybody like her. She had every reason to hate him; he had been truly terrible to her when she had been the opposite. "I would understand if you left. I would not blame you if you did. I am a terrible person, as you stated before. Though you would experience harships, marrying that stable boy of yours would be a much more fulfilling life than the one you would experience with me." She shrugged. "I know." And she knew he wasn't expecting that. "It probably would be easier. I wouldn't think of the noises of him bedding someone else, or remember how his hand wrapped around my neck." She knew that a life without him would be easier. "But I think you deserve a chance. I think you really are a kind person, capable of love. Deep down there's a man in there that's noble and loving and kind...." ~ Royal AU :)

"Agent 864, I want you to hurt her, not physically, but mentally. Make her as weak as a napkin, exhaust her until she breaks as if she is being thrown against a wall like a glass vase. Suck out every single emotion she has and then bring her here - totally empty. I want you to destroy her." ~*~ There is something hidden inside the walls of Holmes Chapel, something - or someone - powerful without knowing it. Many seek for it, doing things for it the daylight could not even handle and with finally having found out who holds the secret hidden deep under her skin, Agent 864 gets the mission to rip it out of Olivia's body, but uses a very unique way to succeed. {Themes; psychological thriller, romance, mature, & science fiction.} Highest position in ranking: Mysterie / Thriller #1 / Sciencefiction #1

Evelyn Davis, born and raised a hunter by her single father, learns that there's more to life than defeating monsters and sending spirits to their demise when she meets a 200 year old demon named Harry Styles. Inspired by the hit TV show, "Supernatural" © intococaine

Harry on the Prairie ~ A Harry Styles AU Fanfiction WATTYS 2016 WINNER in the category of HQ LOVE An excerpt published via COSMOPOLITAN online via September 14, 2016. *********** NOTICE: Mature/sexual content lies within these pages . . .you may experience feels in your nether-regions. *********** Harry Styles lives alone on his farm a few miles outside of Cider Creek. He's 20 years old and mighty handsome --too handsome to be keeping to himself as much as he does, but that's how he's always been. Harry was 18 when he bought his farmland. No parents, no wife, only him. He came into town on the rare occasion that he needed something from the mercantile, but that was it. No church on Sundays. He was polite if someone approached him, but it was obvious to everyone that Harry just wanted to be left alone. So after awhile, the townsfolk pretty much gave up trying to include him in anything. He lived his life in deliberate solitude. It was better this way. Then one day, a letter came for Harry in the post. The postmaster had to ride out and deliver it special, as Harry never got any mail, and as a result, never stopped by the post office to check like most people did...

* * Sequel to His Hostage: Don't read if you haven't read book 1! * * Now that Zayn's locked up and the media is dying down, Emmeline and Harry are given a fresh new start. With both attending the same college and the new friendship and growing romance between the two, it seems like everything is finally falling into place. But nothing comes easy. Things might seem perfect, but they're actually far from it. The kidnapping had an affect on Emmeline more then she's willing to admit to herself, and she's- traumatized. She's struggling to get past what happened and Harry is also facing his own demons. He's got a secret of his own and he's unable to stop blaming himself when he sees how much his choices had left Emmeline scarred. He can't take back what he did or what he said to her but he's willing to try and help her get through it, hoping to not only heal her but himself as well. Yet he's thrown through a loop and more stress is added to his plate when shitty parents try to pry through his and Emmeline's life. Oh, and it only gets worse when an old best friend comes back into Em's life, making it clear to Harry that he wants her and is willing to fight him to the brink if it means gaining her affection. Nothing about their relationship has ever been simple but they survived a hostage situation and near death experience. Surely they can handle a few more bumps along the way before they get their happy ending... Right?

"We'll start the bids at one million!" My heart was racing, please let this be some horrible nightmare. Everything was silent except for some murmurs going on somewhere farther in front of me. "Let us see her eyes!" Someone exclaimed and I heard footsteps approach me. My hair was pulled, causing my head to fall back and slam into what felt like bars. The cloth that blinded me was loosened and fell down. There was a bright light shining on me, I squinted my eyes and looked ahead. There were bars, I was trapped in what looked like a giant bird cage. I was on display on a stage for a crowd of strangers, each one of them wearing a mask like you would in a masquerade. "Two million!" "Five million!" Bids flew around the room, I could feel myself trembling, I had to hold back my tears. "Twenty million!" Someone called out and I couldn't see who did, but it silenced the entire room. "Twenty million going once, twenty million going twice..." No one wanted to make a higher bid. "Sold for twenty million! Take her to the back boys." (Fanfiction : #213)