Six towers. For some reason, Hollows Mountain Range decided it only needed six towers to watch over the entirety of the massive state park's terrain. When the previous occupant of Tower Six disappears off of the face of the earth, a replacement has to be found quickly. Maddie was supposed to be attending the prestigious medical school she worked her ass off to get into, instead, she found herself suspended one hundred feet up, watching over the mountains in the middle of fucking nowhere. Cell service is practically nonexistent, you have a better chance seeing a pig fly than having your text glow blue, instead of green. Company comes in an old-fashioned radio system connected to the neighboring tower: Tower 5. The tower's occupant, Harry, is overly talkative when it comes to new faces, it must be nice to have a tower neighbor, again, after the last one left. Things are going smoothly, until Maddie finds scratches on her door. Some psycho keeps leaving things beside her tower's entrance. Bones. Ruined articles of clothing. The feeling of being watched is suddenly making it hard to sleep, and the noises outside, don't help. It's not until someone, no, something? Whatever it is-it wakes her up, crashing its fists against the fragile windows. Maddie runs, she runs all four miles to the next closest "safe" haven: tower five. They need to get help, now. This is only the surface of Hollow's Mountain Range. What could possibly be underneath?

a BURNING love story ❤️🔥

Forced to move, Ember Evergreen has to say goodbye to her best friend. She never thought she would see him again and it broke her heart. 10 years later, winning a raffle in New York she finds herself in a peculiar situation. She had won concert tickets, quickly recognizing the name on them. Harry Styles. She'll be able to see him again, but there's no way he remembers her... right? "The air in my lungs seemed to be stolen as I saw Harry, he seemed so different yet the same. Of course I had always been caught up with him, and knew what he looked like throughout the years. But seeing him in person was so... surreal. Never in my life had I thought I would ever see him again. He had a huge grin plastered on his face, his dimples cutting into his cheeks. His bunny teeth seemed cute as ever, his tall build and bright energy taking over the stage without him even trying. Music started immediately and the ground shook along with the bass. What really surprised me was his voice, sure the audience was loud, but his voice silenced them into awe. "Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see. That I'm still the only one that's been in love with me. I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth." He started, his voice low yet powerful, a rasp that sounded so perfect. When we were younger we sang together a lot, I always thought he was good. I knew he had potential, I knew he was going somewhere in life. I'm so proud of him. Proud of who he's becoming. Of who he is. Of how happy he seems. I can only imagine how hard he worked for this. I look around the stadium, looking at the thousands of people in the crowd. Each with their own story, different traumas, different memories, different backgrounds. They all came here for him. To support him. Because they love him. Because they're proud of him."

It was the night things changed. She walked out, her forbidden dress clinging to her like a child to their mother. The stone angels positioned in front of the dark mansion had their eyes closed. They would not witness this. Even in the dark, he could easily see the liquid that dropped from her hand. The dagger in her hand shook, her whole body shook. Until she lay her eyes on him. And stilled. She smiled. Her dress flowed, black dots coating the pavement around her as she ran. She jumped into his arms and he embraced her, like a flicker of light in the dark. Her hair piece was broken and stained red. The night things changed was the best night of their lives. * // Acheron is a secret society, older than most tales and a perfect example of what madness can lead to. Its members, recruits and disciples, live the life of romantics. With balls, drugs, art, murder and a leader who thinks himself a god. Harry puts a plan in motion, a plan long overdue, and gives the star role to Anaya. But even Harry can't be one step ahead of fate all of the time. So things take a twisted turn. Inspired by the dark academia and royal core aesthetic, this story is a celebration of being free of morals and rules. I do not condemn or agree with my characters actions. Enjoy. (Basically- if "Don't Blame Me" by Taylor Swift was a book... it would be this book)

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harryedwardstyles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles

Harper's job is simple: stay organized, stay professional, and definitely don't run into the headliner. So of course the first thing she does is crash straight into Harry Styles in a storage room. Now she's juggling stadium chaos, missing equipment, and a singer who keeps showing up where she least expects him. A slow‑burn story about almost‑moments, unspoken tension, and the space between two people who shouldn't notice each other... but do. **Please note that this is my first ever written story from start to finish. It is NOT edited, and will change through the months while editing, so be gentle please :)** STARTED: 27/01/2026 MOMENTS: #1 harryedwardstyles (13th May) #1 stylesfanfic (28th May) #1 softharry (24th July) #3 styles (7th July)

Marguerite doesn't know why Harry Styles is protecting her. Only that without him, she'd already be dead. Cold, controlling, and impossible to escape, Harry drags her into a world of secrets, violence, and unanswered questions where danger follows her everywhere she goes. And the more time she spends with him, the more she realizes one terrifying truth: Harry isn't just hiding something. He's hiding her.

When twenty-four year-old Josephine Hastings inherits her grandmother's secluded seaside inn, she expects little more than a fresh start. Instead, she arrives to find the island strangely unfamiliar. The inn has been abandoned. The townspeople look at her with quiet curiosity. Even the man who keeps appearing wherever she goes seems to know more than he's willing to admit. As unsettling discoveries begin to pile up, Josephine finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about the island, her family, and the life waiting for her beyond the next ferry. Some islands keep more than secrets.

When Lizzie Harper thinks her world can't possibly get any more complicated, life proves her wrong by putting Harry in her path. Harry is chaos-the living embodiment of everything that could consume her. What happens when the only refuge you find is also the one thing that can destroy you? *** [ +18 | STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT! READ AT OWN RISK ] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @INKEDCHERRY

All it took was one assignment-one seemingly simple task-to turn Faye Hale's world upside down. Faye has always followed the rules, blended into the crowd, and done everything she could to stay out of the spotlight. Her assignment was straightforward: conduct an interview as though she were writing for a magazine, or paper. It should have been easy. Instead, the interview forces Faye to confront a truth she's spent years avoiding: she may not know herself at all. And the person she's been pretending to be may never have been her in the first place.