During the day, Peter Parker is just an average teenager, except for the fact that he's an orphan living in an abusive orphanage. But during the night, he's the famous Queens vigilante Spider-Man. What will happen when Peter becomes an intern for Stark Industries and the Avengers are sent to capture his alter-ego? | | | | Story Started: ~30/8-19~ Story Ended: ~13/1-20~ Cover by: Banannersandwich on instagram

She was the very essence of innocence, illuminating the very darkest corners of my being; and I wanted to ruin and damn her beautiful soul. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.2014.2016 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

[COMPLETED] pairings are not limited to wine. this story sits well on the tongue with the art teacher - rufus wainwright :) "Unity is what makes art complete." Mr. Styles said. His eyes glancing over to me as he spoke. "Unity is what makes artwork whole." A unified design is greater than the sum of its parts; the design is seen as a whole first, before the individual elements are noticed. - After being raised in restriction her whole life by two ruthlessly strict parents, eighteen-year-old Alaska Dwyer has finally ventured out on her own and taken on the opportunity to study at the Institute of Fine Arts. She has longed for normality all her life, and that is certainly not something she will obtain when she falls for Mr. Styles, her thirty-three year old Visual Arts teacher. Their relationship is incredibly wrong, incredibly nonsensical, but incredibly invigorating. Amongst all of those things, their relationship is fortunately and unfortunately not everlasting either. [this book contains sexually explicit content] rankings) #1 on daddy issue stories [december 16 2020] #5 on explicit stories #33 on romantic stories #32 on alternate universe stories #8 on taboo stories #8 on kink stories #3 on daddy issue stories #4 on teacher stories #1 on teacherstudent stories [july 30 2020] ♡ #13 on mature stories #36 on styles stories Unity © Hxrryparadise 2017

Harry Edward Styles is a very wealthy, successful, young CEO of his own business Styles Inc. His life seems perfect to all. On the outside his life seems ideal--or more like perfect. He's rich, gets women easily, and has very successful business But on the inside he's just a scared adult who lives and thinks about his regrets and bad past. Until a sweet, beautiful, girl comes into his life and changes it. Will he learn to love? Or push her to the side like he does everyone else? {will contain sexual content, read at own risk} All rights reserved, 2017 © jkharrystyles

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐." * Liliana Mason is average. She has a job. She works your basic 9-5. She has a roommate. She lives in Colorado. There isn't much special about her. But when she goes to London on a special Christmas vacation, will Harry Styles think the same? The answer is no, spoiler alert. * This a story loosely based off the song "Adore You" by Harry Styles, if you didn't catch on to the title. WARNING: this story will contain strong language and a few mature scenes ( aka smut ) !! * * * BOOK ONE • • • achievements: #1 in 'trending' #1 in 'harrystyles' #1 in 'literature' #1 in 'onedirection'

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

COU COUUU, BITCHES!! All of the books in here snatched my wig🦱🦲 BIG TIME!! You saw this book because god said you need more sins in you. May the light of Kim K. guide you! (Cover by me😜😜)

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...