a story in which a woman receives a package from a sex robot company. © 2016 pokemonouis

"I hate you." Was all I could manage to say, given the fact that I was battling my emotions. I just lost all four of my brothers, and I'm being taken by our most greatest rival. We've been enemies for centuries. Our gangs have never gotten along because we always treat each other with disrespect and steal each other's junk. Not to mention we go into each other's territory and rob what could of been theirs. There's no doubt in my mind I will be treated horribly while I'm in the arms of my enemies. They won't show any mercy and they will be very abusive when needed. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they beat me up because they were bored. "Well guess what? We hate you too." Harry commented before he slammed the door shut and made his way to the passenger seat. "I'd say get comfortable and enjoy the ride since it's gonna be long. But since you're the f***ing enemy, have fun living in hell for the rest of your life darling. Your life is in my hands now." Harry grinned evilly as I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat.

"Hi, I'm Camila," "I'm Harry," "Why are you here today," "I need you to fix me." _________________________________________ Camila was determined to fix him. Harry was determined to stay broken. These are their conversations. Cover: @polaroidstilinski

Everyone has a soulmate. Jenny's just happens to be a criminal. Does she really fall for Killer Harry Styles ? Or is it just a trap ? Guess you'll have to read and find out. *Harry Styles fanfic.*

At sixteen, every person on earth is destined to get a tattoo on each arm: one that matches their soulmate and one that matches their worst enemy. The day Harry's name shows up on Cleo's arm, she knows straightaway that he's her worst enemy. He's been her nemesis for as long as she could remember and the same goes for him. Besides, he has another name on his arm whom he's sure is his soulmate even though he hasn't met her. And yet everyone else is convinced that Cleo and Harry are soulmates. After spending years convincing people that they aren't soulmates, Cleo suddenly decides that maybe it's not a bad idea if everyone thinks that they are. And surprisingly, Harry agrees with her. a soulmate au with enemies pretending to date

"Baby girl It's alright to be jealous but, at least I know that if I wanted you I could have you." "As if." Believe me, this is not your typical good girl, bad boy story. Some would say it's a little taboo. Can you keep a secret?

Janel survived abuse and neglect as a child, at the hands of her adoptive parents. When they died, she lived in the woods, just trying to survive each day. When she was found, she was stuck into the government system and forgotten in a group home because it seemed she wasn't "normal". Mostly mute, she refused all human touch whatsoever, because the only touch she knew had always been painful. One day Harry Styles, a singer/songwriter, notices her and her strange ways of trying to connect with humans. He befriends her, and quickly finds himself falling for her. but how can they have a relationship if she can't even hold his hand? Hug him? Be hugged by him? Kiss? Be intimate in any fashion? Janel desperately wants to overcome her fear of human touch and "be normal" and love Harry for as long as he will stay with her. But every one leaves her eventually, after all.......right? This is a romantic, intense love story, but does have SM.UT throughout!!!!! ********WARNING:******** *MA.TURE *S.EX, graphic descriptions of it!! *Ra.pe *Please be 18 or older to read this! *Vio.lence with a g.un, and by hand ****************************************

[stopped] Fear takes over me and I jump up from the bench and walk away, gaining speed. The footsteps get louder and louder, catching up. My throat runs dry and my mind wanders at the possibilities. I take a sharp turn into an alley stumbling a bit, but not stopping. The footsteps don't stop behind me. I slow down seeing a tall steel fence gate infront of me. Without another thought i start climbing it. I dont get too far before I am yanked down by my foot. I panic and let out a loud shriek. Hoping somebody would come out and help. Who am i kidding, it's the middle of the night and i've never really had the best hand at luck. A hand covers my mouth, stopping me from screaming further. The other man firmly holds my hands behind my back. I dont stop trying to get out of the man's hold. The other man takes his hand away from my mouth but is replaced with a cloth drenched in what i think is chloroform. My thoughts are confirmed as my movements slow down and i lose control over them. My eyes begin to droop and my vision blurs before everything turns black and I pass out. -----------------------------------------------------------------

e•phem•er•al-lasting for a very short time "Now what's a pretty girl like you doing on your hands and knees, scrubbing the floor?" The deep voice speaks from above me. The same deep voice I heard yelling just seconds before the sound of a deafening gunshot down the hall. "I'm a room attendant, sir, I'm just doing my job." I respond fearfully, forcing my eyes from glancing up at the menacing man. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting closer and closer to my presence on the marble floor until I eventually spot a pair of pristine black loafers covered in blood. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." The gravelly voice says threateningly. I swallow. I stop scrubbing the floor and slowly glance up at the man. Immediately I am struck by the green of his eyes. They remind me of a snake as they stare at me with such intensity. "Good girl. Now, if you are just a room attendant, then why are you out here instead of cleaning one of the rooms?" He says with a sly smirk. I try not to express panic on my face as I search my head for a believable answer to give him but before I can even begin to respond he answers for me with a clicking of his tongue. "Now this..." The man sighs whilst bending down to my head level. "This is a bit of a complication for us isn't it." He finishes while his penetrating gaze bores into my slightly trembling stature. I'm fucked. ***Lena Taylor is a young woman working tirelessly as a room attendant at the world-renowned hotel known as the Styles Plaza, in hope that the job allows her to pay for her collegiate education. However, when she is caught at the wrong place and time, she discovers that the Styles Plaza is more than just a luxurious hotel. Left with no other options, she is trapped. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @makemeblush4 CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE/ SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH STARTED: DEC 2021