--→ 𝟣𝟪+ 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 [uh-meyt] (v.) to cast down: dishearten, subdue. Harper Vale worked quiet shifts at her little café, serving coffee with careful hands, unaware that the city's shadows had names and faces. Louis Tomlinson noticed her, a regular customer, an unassuming thing. Until she saw him after hours, doing what she shouldn't have seen. One call to the cops, one report, and she became a threat. Each of the boys are a different danger, each drawn to her. Trust is a weapon, and betrayal tastes like fire. -" 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, " 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴." - 𝙇.𝙏. --→ began on 2/22/26 a story of danger, violence, rough, and Stockholm syndrome. ⚠️ contains drug usage, overdose, gun usage, violence, smut, dark romance, rough love, unhealthy relationships, and more to be added. A DARK FIC, NOT ROMANTICIZING. all involved are just face claims, not truly them. this is purely just a work of fiction. one direction involved, all boys potential love interest. 🥇#darkharrystyles 🥇#darkniallhoran 🥇#darklouistomlinson 🥇#darkonedirection 🥇#kidnappedbyonedirection tags: dark one direction

My little shadow, I watch you when you sleep, I haunt you in your dreams and I will surely never let you go. The second I laid my eyes on you I knew I needed to have you...I needed to own you. You're mine, only mine. And I don't like it when people take what's mine. I'll steal for you. I'll kill for you. I'll die for you..., even when it means taking you with me to hell. And here you are so quiet and shy, so helpless and vulnerable, exactly how I want it to be. There's no where to escape little shadow. I'll be watching you. Always. - When you're forced to live in the same house as the devil himself. ·:*¨༺ ♱ ☠︎ ♱ ༻¨*:· #1 IN DARKHARRYSTYLES #1 IN DARKONEDIRECTION ///CONTAINS HIGHLY DISTURBING CONTENT/// ///EXTREME DARK ROMANCE///

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

Eloise thought she had the perfect life the Eroda Project promised-a loving husband, a beautiful home, and a welcoming community. But when her two neighbours suddenly disappear, the idyllic facade begins to crumble. As her suspicions about her husband Harry deepen, Eloise uncovers dark truths hidden beneath the surface. Now, she must escape before she becomes ensnared in a web of lies and deception. But she has yet to realize just how far Harry will go to protect his deadly secrets. [A SINISTER RE-IMAGINING OF DON'T WORRY DARLING]

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

He presses his mouth against my ear so I feel him say the next words "You're the girl that's driving me to insanity. And making me love it." ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ [I don't write conventional endings. If you're looking for fairytales it would be best to move on. Don't say I didn't warn you]

"I hate you." Was all I could manage to say, given the fact that I was battling my emotions. I just lost all four of my brothers, and I'm being taken by our most greatest rival. We've been enemies for centuries. Our gangs have never gotten along because we always treat each other with disrespect and steal each other's junk. Not to mention we go into each other's territory and rob what could of been theirs. There's no doubt in my mind I will be treated horribly while I'm in the arms of my enemies. They won't show any mercy and they will be very abusive when needed. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they beat me up because they were bored. "Well guess what? We hate you too." Harry commented before he slammed the door shut and made his way to the passenger seat. "I'd say get comfortable and enjoy the ride since it's gonna be long. But since you're the f***ing enemy, have fun living in hell for the rest of your life darling. Your life is in my hands now." Harry grinned evilly as I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat.

Arabella (Bella for short) Hall is an exemplary college student, leaving her entire life in Detroit, Michigan behind for a fresh start at New York University. She embraces this new beginning by becoming more outgoing, meeting new people, and finding herself in places she normally wouldn't, like the audience of a secret MMA fight. Bella had no idea turning up to this event would change her course completely. WARNING: Please be advised that this story will contain possibly triggering elements such as drug and alcohol abuse, violence, suicide, sexual violence, and explicit sexual content.