DJ liked one thing and one thing only. Her niece Gabby. Her 6-year-old niece Gabby made her small world feel bigger. So when Gabby told her she wanted to meet Harry Styles for her birthday DJ knows she has to step out of her comfort zone to make whatever this little girl wants to happen. But what she didn't expect was getting something a little more. Book Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2OsnXctpYzEaYqIYHO1BRC?si=ndQ7jb0sRf-xFu3oLvGVtQ

"I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take" He whispers as he glides his lips down from my earlobe to jaw. His stubble moving over my skin sends a tingling pulse down between my legs. "let those sensations take control of you" FUCK! I can't control my wetness as it flows down between my thighs, soaking the only piece of clothing shielding my core & his fingers which are moving in circles on it. "to have you exposed and bare, to just make you feel and not resist, to make you scream my name as you cum over & over again." An irresistible moan escapes my mouth & I arch myself to rub my drenching slit against his fingers desperately. ✦✧❤✧✦ Meet EVOLET, a 27 year old loud, dominant, fearless & billionaire CEO who doesn't like being the stereotypical damsel in distress. Amid broken ties with family/friends, trying to control her rage & serious insecurities, she dedicates herself completely into her work to get temporary relief from her reality. She never imagined that someone she hates so much & jealous of, will turn her world upside down, make her wet enough to beg him for fucking her so roughly until her body gives up. ✦✧❤✧✦ Meet MICHELE, a 27 year old famous billionaire playboy from an Italian mafia business family background. With looks, skills enough to make women want to be his, friends that can die for him & a loving family, he seems to have his life sorted. But, likes to hide his pain from the world. While hating that arrogant girl who made his life a living hell, he never imagined that she will become something that he can never live without. That dominant girl will be the submissive that he will break his rule for, crave for & whose body he will ravish. ✦✧❤✧✦ She hates being dominated. He likes to exert power. They collide to embark on a journey of self discovery, healing, challenging their sexual borders & much more. ✦✧❤✧✦ It's a slow burn. Mature Content & Steamy scenes follow up

Dante Brown has met many challenges in his life, all of them crumbled beneath the ground he walked. He is arrogant, cunning and brooding. He's on top of the world, a CEO for one of the largest companies in New York City. Nothing was tearing him down. Until her. Amelia Rhodes had been dealt the worst in life. Facing many hardships and a rough past. With no family as a safety net and only the strength of believing in herself, she makes it. She's finally found a decent job and a half decent apartment in the big Apple. When one night forces these two complete opposites together, bound by a contract, both face an even bigger challenge. Hating someone as much as you are falling in love with them. Highest rankings: #1 in Fiction #1 in Arrogant #3 in Enemiestolovers #5 in NewAdult #8 in Chicklit

"Please Harry! I promise I won't do anything ever again, just please don't hurt me," I beg as I look into his now dark eyes. I see him pull out a scarf, as involuntary tears start to stream down my cheeks. "Don't worry babe. I'm not going to kill you," he says as he brings up his big hand to my face and uses his thumb to wipe away a tear. "I am only going to make you wish that you were dead," he whispers devilishly into my ear. || Annabel Fleming is finally getting a week off from her stressful college life. When she runs into Harry, a strange mysterious guy with dark hair, green eyes, and odd clothes. She somehow ends up waking up on a colorless island and not knowing how to escape.|| *This story contains dark and mature content. You will get no other warning.*

✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡. I want more berries and that summer feeling ☆.*｡･ﾟ✫ This shouldn't be happening but it is. I shouldn't be pressing my body against my best friend's brother like I was magnetic to him but I am. "This is wrong," I barely get out before my eyes close as soon as his lips leave a particularly tender and warm kiss to the spot where my collarbone and neck meet, my breath starting to come in heavily. My head involuntarily tilts to the side as Harry's lips make their way up slowly behind my ear. A small gasp escapes my lips when I feel him nibble on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "If this is wrong, then I don't want to be right," he whispers. And just like that, I'm fucked. - Sun, sea, friendship, and romance. One thing's certain for Lacey and her friends: it'll be a summer to remember. - DISCLAIMER: mature, content, drug and alcohol use, language, and violence. read at your discretion! This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. **COMPLETED**

[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*

"You have an edge on him." "Which is what?" "Her." Renny needed a job to makeup up for the loss of hers. Somehow a bartender job ended up as a waitress for an undercover, illegal casino. Harry Styles hated the attention she took away from the gamblers doing what they were supposed to do in his casino, gamble. But he hated the way they looked at her even more. She wasn't his, but she sure as hell would never be theirs.

"So, what possessed you to spend your evening at this shitty party?" I asked, releasing the taste of my cigarette with my words. His gaze decidedly landed on my lips that were wrapped around my burning cigarette as he finally spoke. "I guess I'm a bit of a masochist." He shrugged and a sharp laugh escaped my throat at his words. "What's your excuse?" "Oh, I'm the one throwing this shitty party, so I guess I'm a bit of a sadist," I replied with a shrug of my own and his laugh was just as sharp as mine had been. All humor left his voice, however, when he said, "Yeah? Fuck, that's hot." //After a fateful meeting at a house party, Stevie never thought she would see Harry Styles again. However, a year later when a mutual friend tells her Harry's band is looking for a new bassist, she jumps at the opportunity. Much to Stevie's disappointment, Harry doesn't seem to remember her, or the night they shared, and he certainly has a darker side when he isn't trying to get into her pants.// Mature content warning// This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.