𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔: the god of beauty and desire. a man so ethereal, so endlessly godlike, endearing and enthralling it wasn't a wonder how he did what he did or got away with what he did. C.W: contains sexual and violent content. 18+. Started: January 2021. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

mini stories that i don't have time to bring to life. ©️vilestyles 2018.

"We hit the border in six hours," he said. He leaned over the table, crowding my space just enough that a few loose, long curls fell forward into his face. He brushed them back with a slow, careless hand, that petty smirk fixing on me. "You go back to whatever life you're hiding from, and I go disappear into some shitty hotel. Clean break." I didn't even blink, looking straight into those heavy green eyes of his. "I know the schedule." He let out a dry laugh, his gaze dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. "Right. So what the hell are we doing?" "I think you know exactly what we're doing." His smirk widened just a fraction, a dark, amused glint in his eyes as he leaned a hair closer, mocking the reality of it all. "Then I guess we're fated, angel." // Five days. That's all Valarie Cavalli wanted before reality caught up. After a year studying art in Paris, she booked a ticket on a slow luxury train to Florence, desperate to avoid the suffocating high-society expectations waiting for her at home. Then Harry sat down across from her. He's quiet, cynical, and walking away from a massive music career she knows nothing about. They don't swap names or backgrounds-just heavy looks and sarcastic attitude over cheap wine while the train cuts across Europe. By the fourth night, the rules of their clean break start to blur. With only 24 hours left before the tracks end, they stop pretending this is just a way to pass the time. But when the train finally pulls into the station, how do you walk away from the one person you were actually supposed to find?

A collection of Harry Styles one shots & short stories from my tumblr! 一 🥇Tumblr 🥉HarryStylesAU 一 MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT 一 All mentions or references to real people are purely for use of their likeness and pose as no indication to them as real people.

Animus: a usually prejudiced and often spiteful or malevolent ill will. Y/N has never had to work a day in her life. Harry Styles has worked for everything he has. She decides she wants him somewhere between the jail waiting room and her own front door, and Y/N has never been double-minded. Harry has three good reasons and no intention of acting on any of them-until she makes intention irrelevant.

I swallowed harshly, "Please don't. Please don't kill him." The man on the floor let out a broken cry at my feet, I got down onto my knees and took his hands into mine. He lowered his head to my hands, sobbing all over me. I felt my eyes brim with tears at the sight of him before me, trying to soothe my thumbs against his skin, but he was holding my hands too tightly. "P-please don't." I looked up at the man. His eyes were a green that I'd never seen before. Despite how bright they were, I could tell that there was absolutely nothing kind behind them. He looked down at me. The only word to describe his face was bored. He was bored at the appearance in-front of him. In an instant, the man stood behind leaned forward and shot him right through the side of the head. Dodging my hands, but ultimately, blowing the man's brains all over my face. He went limp, falling onto me. I gently lifted my hand up to my face, feeling something unusual settle in my mouth. I brought my hand back before me and saw blood all over myself. It was in my mouth. I crawled back away from the man, slowly. I couldn't hold myself up, with the weight of him on me too. I'd failed to move, the weight of him actually suffocating me now. Sobs were beating against my chest, heavy and stuttered breaths fought them back. I screamed. I was faced with no other than the true devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

Ella didn't plan on meeting Harry. She definitely didn't plan on going home with him. He was rich, infuriating, emotionally unavailable, and exactly the kind of man she knew better than to want. One bad decision turned into several, and no matter how many times she told herself to walk away, she kept finding her way back. Brooklyn is a story about desire, mistakes, and the kind of connection that feels wrong but impossible to ignore.

Making a name for herself as a premiere wedding planner in Los Angeles, Mia Finley, faces her biggest challenge yet when her twin brothers best friend, whom she's had a crush on since she was 14, moves back with a fiancé in tow and enlists her to help plan their upcoming wedding. As they spend more time together, feelings begin to surface and threaten to derail Mia's professional facade and Harry's upcoming marriage.

Hiii! Just a collection of more one shots from my tumblr for those who don't like reading on the app. My other two books like these were gettin too big, so here's another! I hope you enjoy :-)

*Story contains mature content* SEQUEL/PART 2 OF THE REGISTER HIGHEST RANKING #1 in harrystylesdark #3 in darkharrystyles #4 in harryedwardstyles #6 in stylesfanfic ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @tbslangel NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE/ DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / SEXUAL CONTENT/ DRUG ABUSES/ MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!