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)

it's the summer of '76 in downtown san francisco. harry is electric. delilah is new in town. "lay down that boogie and play that funky music til you die!" (WARNING: MATURE AND NSFW CONTENT) #1 in retro 6/29/21 #6 in hs 6/28/21

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality. ~ "Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave." Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet. There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock. Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall. If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

Devil's Due: To acknowledge the positive qualities of a person who is unpleasant or disliked. Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

(WRITING...) ~ The late 90s. In the place everybody goes to fulfill their dreams, Los Angeles. Cecelia filled with dreams she will do anything for her name to be in bright lights. Harry Styles with no dreams but just demanding to stay afloat. A journey to Los Angeles. Where they discover the known power of charming melodies and poetic lines and that desire can drive you mad. Las Vegas, Nevada to Los Angeles, California. motel rooms and gas stations, cheap drinks and drugs, bar stages and notebooks with a pen, guns and guitars, cherry blossom tea and cherry vodka soda.

[18+] A co-written novel. "You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you." Harry keeps to himself. He has his job, his apartment, his therapy appointments and all the entertainment he needs third wheeling his best friend Niall and his girlfriend, Carson. When the duo invite Harry on a weekend camping trip, he meets Dallas, Carson's best friend and roommate. Come to find out, there's only one tent for the two of them. They fall into each other's orbit, leaving behind all they know for the chance to have something they've never had before. Harry and Dallas soon learn that they don't need the walls of a tent for shelter, they only need each other. TRIGGER WARNINGS AND DISCLOSURE: This novel is maturely rated and will contain extreme sexual content, strong language, and other mature themes such as abuse and abandonment. MATURE 18+

BEFORE YOU READ: Violence, sexual harassment, drug use, mature language, mature content. *IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN, ON HOLD* _____________________ He fell in love with her in the most daunting of ways, intermixing his troubled reality and staggering secrets with her inexplicable innocence. To the world, she was Olive. To him, she was Jane. And falling in love with him was only the beginning. ______________________ #1 in shocking #1 in hs

"You guys are like the breakfast club of organized crime," I commented, rolling my eyes and tugging at my restraints. There was a flash of anger and irritation on Liam's face. I knew he was probably deciding in his head which way to kill me. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I sighed in annoyance before responding. "Harry is the brain, Louis is the basket case, Niall is the princess, Liam, you're the criminal, and Zayn is just..." I glanced over at him. His eyes were on me, but he appeared bored, as if he weren't really listening. "Zayn is just Zayn." ††† A Dark Harry Styles Fanfiction / Contains Very Mature and KINKY Content ††† Lilith Monroe is a correctional officer at a prison where things run relatively smoothly, but all that changes during a riot in the cafeteria. When she's kidnapped by one of the inmates and brought into his world, she discovers that maybe she belongs there a little too well. ††† Let's spice up this dark Harry fic with a secretly dark reader. Read TW's in the first part †††