Harry lives in a world of black, white, and grey. Colour doesn't mix nor does it belong in the realm of business that solely grasps his mind. There was no way out; but he doesn't want that. The passion he has for his career, made him strive his way to the top, creating an empire of success with pure admiration. Serenity lives in a world of infinite colour. Black, white, and grey don't mix, nor do they belong in the realm of dancing that exists within her heart, soul, and mind. There was no way out; but she doesn't want that. The passion she has for her career, made her strive the way to the top, creating a dance studio that was successful, but is failing quickly over time. The two are identical, leaving only two differences: she loves tea and vibrant colours; and he's a coffee addict and simply monochromatic. Will she help him open his eyes to see what the beguiling world truly holds? One that she firmly believes is more than a commercial offer. .. "Why are you so persistent? No means no." His brows were furrowed in perplexity, as his emerald gems gazing intently into mine. "Why are you so against it? No can mean yes. You just have to see it. You just have to believe in possibilities." I knew he could see the twinkling in my hopeful sapphire eyes. I was determined to convince him.

[MATURE CONTENT] KILLER x THIEF Since the day she was born, RORY YOUNG has been told she's too smart for her own good. Getting by easily on her brains and beauty, she strides through life knowing she can outsmart any opponent - especially the idiot customers she see's every night. But her luck runs out one night when she steals from the wrong man. And when the devil himself comes knocking on her door to collect, Rory has finally met her match. Except the devil doesn't ask for his things back. He kills for it. So why didn't he pull the trigger?

Malign: Evil in nature or effect Disposition: a person's inherent qualities of mind and character. Fear. Fear is the main culprit towards a dangerous spiralling downfall. "I once told you a very long time ago, these exact words." He spat as he jolted my body forward, one wrong move and I'm falling 60 stories towards my death. "I told you that my face would be the very last thing you saw before you die, so you're wrong darling.." He spun me around to face him and he took a hold of my wrists, his rings digging into my skin. I stared right into those emerald eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, I wasn't scared anymore I couldn't be. "I do stick to my word." A story where Harry and Marley reunite after a year under very different circumstances... TW: contains violence and gore, sexual content, substance abuse, mental illness and sexual assault.

After a one night stand leaves the NHL's star player, Harry Styles, on thin ice with the almost-olympic figure skater, Madelyn Simmons, the two people who are most comfortable on the ice will need to set aside their differences as Madelyn embarks on a new pathway as the hockey team's physical therapist. Between navigating an injury and a scandal, the two just might learn that being in sequence off of the ice is where they connect best.

"Insanity is contagious" *** DISCLAIMER *** This story is NOT mine, all rights reserved to @weyhey_harry This is the sequel to Psychotic.

"Are you going to kill me," I whispered, feeling a single tear roll down my face. He stopped his actions, running a hand over his face as he chuckled. My heart was thumping against my chest in fear as his moods changed so quickly. His laugh sent a shiver down my spine as he looked to the ceiling, an ominous grin on his face. He wouldn't kill me, right? Harry kept the smile on his face, turning to face me. I watched in anguish as he fished through his pockets, pulling out two knives and a pistol. Instead of using the items, he tossed them to the side, not once breaking eye contact "No, baby. I'm not going to kill you," I sighed in relief at his words, leaning my head back against the wall. Not allowing me the satisfaction of alleviation, he spoke again, his words leaving me more unsettled than before. "But you're going to wish I had." /// "I had a few got drunk on you and now I'm wasted." She was drunk on him. His medicine was her. Madison is a 21 year old Cosmetologist. When she finds herself as the new stylist for a world renowned band, she signs up for more than she knows; A fatal love story between her and Harry Styles. A twist on the classic enemies to lovers story, with more to love than to hate. ________________________________________ MATURE CONTENT credits @watermelxnsugarx

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

When Harry styles is hired to take care of Willow Evan's, he expects nothing more than a spoiled rich girl. When Willow Evan's father hires Harry Styles to protect her, she expects nothing more than another one of her fathers minions. But what they didn't expect is being entangled in lies, deceit, and vengeance.

Lacy Rayne stumbles into the world of rock 'n' roll when she is unexpectedly hired as Lavenders new lead guitarist. She meets the arrogant lead singer Harry Styles who despises her from the very start. As Lacy and Harry are forced to work together in the creation of Lavenders second album, she flips his dull world on it's axes, and he shatters every believe she thought she had.

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"