*neither a prequel nor a sequel but from the Universe of Darlings, Here it is: Honey* You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine Honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do . . . Evelyn only wanted one night of freedom. One lie to her strict parents, one trip to Coachella, and one wild concert later-she wakes up with a wedding band on her finger and the world's most famous singer as her husband. What should've been a reckless teenage mistake becomes a nightmare when she discovers she's pregnant. Branded a liar and a gold-digger by his ruthless team, abandoned by her conservative family, and dismissed by his management and the man himself-who swears she must have tricked him-Evelyn is left to face her shame and raise her child alone. It's a death of her dreams, her ambitions that she had woven since 12 years of her life. For three years, her daughter is her entire world, away from her father and his fame. Every sacrifice, every cruel whisper, every sleepless night-worth it for the little girl who gave her life meaning. But then Harry returns. Not for her. Not for love. Not even, she believes, for their daughter. With his lawyers, his power, and his fortune, he rips Evelyn's only happiness away under the guise of fatherly rights. To her, it's nothing more than a publicity stunt-a way to soften his image with the world. But with the world still unaware of their secret marriage, Evelyn must protect not only her daughter, but also her heart-from falling for the one man she promised she would never forgive.

SAINTS DON'T SIN QUIETLY Forced into his world, trapped with him, his rules, and his orbit, Sol learns that proximity is its own kind of punishment . Especially when attraction, that she's never felt before, starts to blur the line between protection and possession. But nothing about Harry is as simple as it seems. His presence in the town is tied to a mystery that runs deeper than violence, one connected to a truth no one wants uncovered. As loyalties fracture and betrayals surface, Sol must decide who she really trusts-the faith that failed her, the people who lied to her, or the man who might destroy her just by telling her the truth.

When an anonymous threat attacks two rival spy organizations, Nicole Calvitto agrees to become the center of a faux alliance in order to combat the looming peril. Her job was simple: marry her organization's opposing heir, work together to solve the mysterious string of deaths, and in the meantime uncover any secrets her not-so-beloved new husband, Harry Styles, and his intellectual arrogance kept hidden. Unveiled is a fanfiction about spies, secrets, and a man who thinks he knows everything.

Ivy Williams has always found comfort in her quiet life, spending her time reading, studying and drafting her first novel. So, when she's forced to partner in a university project with Harry Styles, loud, reckless and everything she's not, she's determined to keep her distance. But Harry is not so easily persuaded, waltzing into her life with effortless charm and sharp wit with the intention to stay. As time passes, it becomes clear there is more than what meets the eye with Harry and the pair have far more in common than they originally believed. As the boundaries begin to blur and secrets are brought to the surface, Ivy must decide whether to open her heart to Harry and push herself out of her comfort zone. Because falling for Harry could be the best thing she's ever done - if she's brave enough to handle the consequences.

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

Riley and Harry are star crossed lovers from rivaling mafias. Despite all odds, will love win??

** Violet Bennett lives under the weight of a name she barely understands. Surrounded by secrets and lies, she's trained to survive. But when the lines between real and fake blur, Violet begins to realize that nothing in her world is as it seems. Every truth is layered in deception, and protection always comes at a cost. Sometimes that cost is your voice. Sometimes it's your freedom. And sometimes it's your heart. Always nearby is Harry Styles, mysterious, sharp, cold and a constant reminder that danger is closer than she thinks. Covered in tattoos and silence, he watches like he knows something she doesn't. And naybe he does. There's something between them. She feels it in the silence, in the way his anger feels personal, in the quiet moments that say more than words ever could. But love, if that's what this is, has no place in a world built on secrets. And falling for someone like him might mean losing everything. Because in this world, love isn't soft. It's a weapon. And Violet is already in the crossfire. *** "You shouldn't smoke." The voice cut through me before I even processed it. I spun around instinctively, heart racing. And there he was. I blinked. "Holy shit. You scared me." He didn't move. Didn't even flinch. "Didn't know I had to announce myself." "How long have you been up here?" He looked away, back out over the skyline. "A while." "You're always hiding," I muttered. "And you always follow." ** 04/05/25 -

Malign: Evil in nature or effect Disposition: a person's inherent qualities of mind and character. Fear. Fear is the main culprit towards a dangerous spiralling downfall. "I once told you a very long time ago, these exact words." He spat as he jolted my body forward, one wrong move and I'm falling 60 stories towards my death. "I told you that my face would be the very last thing you saw before you die, so you're wrong darling.." He spun me around to face him and he took a hold of my wrists, his rings digging into my skin. I stared right into those emerald eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, I wasn't scared anymore I couldn't be. "I do stick to my word." A story where Harry and Marley reunite after a year under very different circumstances... TW: contains violence and gore, sexual content, substance abuse, mental illness and sexual assault.

At first glance, Harry has it all: a country to rule, people following his every order, and way more money than he should. Alouette, on the other hand, has nothing but a sister and a secret organisation to call home. When she's swept into a dangerous plan to destroy Harry, she's thrown into the fancy life of the Palace, the heart of her nation. She and Harry cross paths, and she discovers he isn't like she expected him to be - he's better, and so much worse. Soon she finds herself questioning her desires and everything she stands for and ends up tangled in a web of mysteries and lies, and her only way out is Harry - the king of her chessboard, the director of her life. Can she free herself before it's too late? • • • "Don't underestimate me, because I'll ruin you." • • • [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - INSURGENCE] 30/11/23 #1 in harry 25/06/25 #4 in harrystyles

// In the neon-lit streets of New York City, Ivory Mancuso is just another law intern - overwhelmed by her demanding future and the weight of her dad's ecpectations. When a late-night walk leads her to a shocking crime scene, everuthing she thought she knew about her life shatteres. The man responsible? Niall Horan, a name known to millions, but to her, he's just another dangerous stranger with piercing blue eyes and a deadly smile. "You didn't see anything, did you love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His tone was sarcastic, like he found this whole situation amusing. Like he'd done this before. "We're ghosts."