"You can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up" When 20 year old Matilda moved down to London after growing up quicker than others. And one night goes on the roof to think and bumps into the lead singer of a band and have no realisation until after they meet. Will they be able to find eachother after 1 year of searching? Will it all fall back into place and fall for the same person that they met? Or is there more behind the sences than the band says?

There are no secrets that time does not reveal. A world full of masquerades, torture and violence. No breaks of the unexpected as the uprising mafia gangs rule the streets of civilians. The downfall causes the youngest of both to follow through with a marriage of convenience. But what happens when the plan that was once in place becomes more complicated than needed. Don't trust no one?

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished:

Harry Edward Styles. Room 402 at Eastwood Mental Asylum. Known for turning his victims psychotic. To be handled with extreme precaution.

"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES

With an open mind and an even bigger heart, Billie Nora branches out to the West Coast in hopes of successfully fulfilling her IVF treatment and rout the odds of becoming a mother after being told she couldn't at a young age due to her diagnosis. Little does she know how her life is bound to shift gears and take a complete different route than the one she already had planned when facing an unexpected turn. - This story contains mature and explicit content. Please read "welcome | intro" for further warnings.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

When Harry hijacks her car in the middle of the night, Harley is forced to become a getaway driver for one of New Orleans' most fearsome criminals. Try as they might, Harry and Harley cannot resist the temptation of each other as they continue to work as partners in crime. She knows it will only end in disaster, but the more she tries to fight it, the further she is pulled into his dark world. - Harley never meant to get mixed up in a life of crime. She spent most of her childhood on race tracks, watching and learning everything her father had to offer her as a pro racer. Until he died. Reeling from loss, she now struggles to make ends meet on her own and must seek out new ways to make money. In a drug deal gone wrong, she finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands that she helps him evade the cops, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives. - COMPLETED HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles Rated Mature for graphic depictions of sex, strong language, drug use, self harm, mental illness, death, and violence. Refer to "BEFORE YOU READ" for detailed warnings.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "Y-you want to kill me?" "No, I want to ruin you." Death Hood. A cloaked serial killer that leaves behind blood trails, corpses with the same cause of death and nightmares that makes everyone forget what dreams are like. Everyone has thoughts and theories but not even the professionals could figure out Death Hood's motives or identity. However, all it took was for one girl, an assistant at Malik Creations, to have one glass too many of wine and a tempting case file to discover that the face under the skull mask is Harry Styles, the owner of a Halloween Store, when no one else could've. *this story contains mature and explicit themes* Started: June 28th, 2022. Finished: November 9th, 2023.

SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S DUE. In this sequel, our main duo are off to a bit of a rocky start. River is recovering from a gunshot wound, trying to overcome a bout of PTSD, all the while attempting to remain in the loop of her boyfriend's antics. Harry on the other hand, is hell-bent on getting revenge over the people who threatened the well-being of the one good thing in his life. He is determined to overthrow Damien and now Derek, destroy their shady and destructive business, and terminate the organization that stole from him his childhood, among other things, once and for all. Let's hope these efforts prove fruitful, otherwise, the characters you've come to love and cherish are only in for more ruination. But like Harry says - we're done giving the devil his fucking due. What comes next is inevitable, right?