[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

Summary: Harry is YN's brother's best friend and YN isn't a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view. "I said, use your words," he scolded, bringing a hand down to grab at her chin and make her look up at him. His eyes were blown out already, filled with lust. "Thought you weren't a little girl anymore, hm? Or do you still want to be treated like one?" She swallowed hard. Her heart was beating harder and faster than usual and she didn't know what to say. "Well, if that's how it's gonna be then, fine. I'll treat you like the little brat you are, would you like that?" Another nod. "Words." "Yes." "Yes sir," he corrected her. "Yes sir." "Good girl," he said with a smile.

[COMPLETED] "THE ONLY TIME I WANT TO SEE YOU ROLLING YOUR EYES IS WHEN YOU'RE ABOUT TO CUM FOR ME DARLING." HE FELT YOUNG AGAIN, THE LIPS OF AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD WERE SWEETER THAN HE REMEBERED. - hs copyright @ minuteforminute

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

"Jesus, you still don't get it, do you?" He sneered, practically scoffing at the helpless girl in front of him. "I'm in control. That means what I say, goes. And I'm telling you, baby, you're not fucking leaving." His words were cold and they never failed to make that unnerving chill rattle through her body. She didn't think someone could be so cruel yet emotionless, could do the things he did without an ounce of guilt. And yet maybe he did - feel guilt, that is. But maybe he forced himself to ignore it, maybe he told himself, convinced himself that what he did, needed done. And making sure Layla never left his grasp was just that. - Dark!Harry

*TW: 18+/very mature* Preview~ "It was a mistake?" He questions me raising his brows high as he didn't expect that from me. Sweat forming on my hairline as I watch his small strings of hair dangling reaching for his eyes to tickle him. I still want to push them back, tuck them behind his ears and tell him how beautiful he looks. How can a criminal be so beautiful? I nod as words don't escape from my tongue. I bite the inside of my cheek as he sucks in a sharp breath. I could read from his face that something is going on in the guileful mind of his and it scares me to death. I don't know if he touches me one more time will I be able to decline him or not. His hands are drenched from horror but it comforts me. Everytime he touches me he makes me damned, realisation hits me that I'll be in his hell. "There's a basic rule in this world." Harry sighs before he speaks. My brows furrow as he locks his gaze into mine. "Do you know what it is?" He asks. "What?" I shake my head in disagreement as my brain cells don't support me. My heart is thrashing as I know that nothing sweet will ever come out of that acerbic mouth. The words will always be wrapped in blood whenever he throws it on me and makes me dirty. "People have to pay for their mistakes." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspector Sara is the lead officer of the 'Venom' serial killer case. From her investigation all the fingers points towards the brat rockstar Harry Styles. Harry is not an easy guy so she has to go undercover to keep an eye on him. As a detective she thought it to be just another normal case but life had so much more planned for her. This case turns the whole crime department's mind upside down and Sara comes across such plots she was supposed to stay away from. "This is not just some psychopath killing people, there is so much more." Realises she. • 4th position in Flawsome Awards • Started: 29 June, 2021 - ONGOING

"For the longest time, I've felt as though I'm drowning." (boxer!harry) *smut warning*

{SEQUEL TO MALIGNANT AND HIDEAWAY} MATURE READ! (18+) "Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll have you destroyed before the hours up." Harry and Amelia were ready to start the rest of their lives together, but what happens when the demons of his past hold them back? (BOOK 3/3) COMPLETED #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022