Beau is twenty-four and determined to make it in New York City. Vogue was the dream, but Issue 8 was the reality-an offbeat magazine that felt more like a dead-end than a breakthrough. Still, she was used to surviving. Until she met him. Harry Styles is enigmatic, mercilessly beautiful, and next in line to inherit his father's multi-billion dollar empire. Behind the designer suits and the glass office lies a man with a taste for control-and a strict rule he never breaks: Don't fall in love. Beau was supposed to be another name. Another month. Another obedient distraction. But nothing about her went according to plan. Now she's playing a dangerous game inside his world-one where secrets are currency, sex is power, and love is the most dangerous risk of all.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

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" You really aren't in any position to be making demands, hot shot" I say pushing the blade harder against his neck. He chuckles deeply before leaning into the blade " and you, little devil, should know by now I'm not scared of you." A shiver runs down my spine. I'm fucked. I lower the knife slowly as my eyes flick down to his lips. Don't do this, Sage. Either walk away or kill him, those are your options. His hand slowly cups my face as he grabs my chin. He tilts it up forcing me to look at his eyes. With that one look everything stops. I am so beyond fucked it's not even funny. How the fuck did I get here. "Now correct me if I'm wrong, little devil, but I believe my eyes are up here," That stupid smirk crosses his lips as he continues " if you keep staring I might get the impression you want something from me." He lowers his mouth to my ear " Say the word and I'm yours Sage."

She wants to solve the murder. He wants the detective. --- "Tess baby", he presses his fingers against my lips to shush me, "you're not going to tell anyone about what I've done because if you do..." he moves his head down, away from my forehead. I can feel his hot breath humming against my neck as he whispers something in my ear "You'll be next".

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."