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.

"H-how could y-you ever do something so awful?" I manage to barely whisper out. "Well love," He snarls back at me. "It's a lot easier to loose your humanity now that there's barely any humans alive anymore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CONTAINS LOTS OF STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @writtenbykate ON WATTPAD THIS IS A ZOMBIE, POST APOCALYPTIC FIC, IF THAT IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA, DO NOT READ!

They call him the Devil. The killer of angels. His name has whispered through the wind for months; kissing his own rumoured red skin in passing. He gives women their wings but soaks them in blood; he wouldn't want them to get away, would he? A short story

"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

!!Story contains mature and explicit content!! ************* Deliverance- The action of being rescued or set free. Grey Monroe is given 60 days to pay back her debts. 60 days to free the only family she has. Desperately she turns to the quickest cash she knows; an underground gambling tournament. Harry Styles is constantly searching for the next cash grab. When he stumbles upon an underground gambling tournament, he knows he's found his newest scheme. That is until his path crosses with Grey. Despite their desperation to keep business and pleasure separate, they find themselves entangled with one another. A story of love, pain, tragedy, discovery, and deliverance. Book Started- April 5th, 2021

*SLOW UPDATES* "Harry she's dead. She isn't here." She tries to calm him down, taking in the state of his trembling body, sweaty palms and uneven breaths, his breath hitching in his throat, lungs contracting, leaving no way air could enter his reparatory cords. "No she's here, we did this together, she's here trust me." He motions towards the dark corner in the room, his bloodshot eyes meeting hers, his labored breaths making his hard to speak, choking on his own blood, coughing it all out, Until it all goes black. // When Harry faces the consequences of his subconscious actions in the glorious years of 1985. *CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICT CONTENT*

My mother made me believe in fairy tales.. She said that I was sweet, but born in a world of blood. In this twisted story no prince rescued me. I fell for the man I swore to despise. The one that calls me his beauty. A mafia boss and his name was... Harry Styles..

Harry Styles is on his way to becoming the boss of a well-known, deadly Mafia that has existed for centuries, soon Meeting Luna Miller, a highly ignorant, obnoxious, and stubborn girl who doesn't understand the world she never knew existed. Luna Miller discovers that it's more than just a Mafia; it's a maze of dark secrets with no way out. STARTED: January 28, 2022 FINISHED: December 5, 2022

Guy, gals, and non binary pals, welcome to the circus! An undercover cop posing as a dancer. A criminal living as a circus runaway. A forbidden love blossoming. Will Danica succeed in her first big job? Or will she fall trap to the entrancement of the circus? Jump aboard the tracks, come step inside the tent, pull the curtain back and find out... **** "A lot can happen in a minute, Harry." "Oh yeah?" he teases. I nod, "You can fall in love in a minute. You can break a heart. Change a life. A split second can mean the difference between life and death...A minute is an infinite amount of time when it comes to the fragility of us." It really is. The minute I agreed to do this I changed my life. The minute I showed up here I changed their lives. And in the minute that I leave, I'm going to blow it all up behind me... What the fuck am I doing here? What am I doing with him when it's all only temporary? "Okay," he smiles, completely oblivious to the reality I create around him, "I'll give you a minute." In the same breath, I turn to look back out to the view, wishing this train could leave my old life behind the way it does these tracks. I wouldn't have to worry then. It's all gone so quickly you wouldn't even remember they were there. I wonder if I stepped off the top of this train and hoped for the best...would it all work out, or would I get caught in the mess below? *** (I do not accept translations, sorry x)