In order to be taken seriously, Lexi has had to become something she hates; emotionless, ruthless and a little bit brutal. But despite the tough exterior, she has one weakness, a green-eyed man with a smile that makes her stomach flip and ego so big she wants to slap it right out of him.

I swallowed harshly, "Please don't. Please don't kill him." The man on the floor let out a broken cry at my feet, I got down onto my knees and took his hands into mine. He lowered his head to my hands, sobbing all over me. I felt my eyes brim with tears at the sight of him before me, trying to soothe my thumbs against his skin, but he was holding my hands too tightly. "P-please don't." I looked up at the man. His eyes were a green that I'd never seen before. Despite how bright they were, I could tell that there was absolutely nothing kind behind them. He looked down at me. The only word to describe his face was bored. He was bored at the appearance in-front of him. In an instant, the man stood behind leaned forward and shot him right through the side of the head. Dodging my hands, but ultimately, blowing the man's brains all over my face. He went limp, falling onto me. I gently lifted my hand up to my face, feeling something unusual settle in my mouth. I brought my hand back before me and saw blood all over myself. It was in my mouth. I crawled back away from the man, slowly. I couldn't hold myself up, with the weight of him on me too. I'd failed to move, the weight of him actually suffocating me now. Sobs were beating against my chest, heavy and stuttered breaths fought them back. I screamed. I was faced with no other than the true devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

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 been one for quiet routines, safe choices, and finding comfort in a quiet life. Harry Styles is the exact opposite. Loud, impulsive and impossible to ignore, Harry is the last person Ivy would want to be partnered with for her final-year university project - and yet, she can't seem to avoid him. What starts as a reluctant partnership soon turns into a close friendship, built on shared secrets and an understanding neither of them expected. But somewhere along the way, it starts to feel like something more. In denial, the timing is never quite right to explore their feelings. Instead, they become entangled in a blur of mixed signals, jealousy and almost-confessions while dancing around the truth. Because falling for each other was never the problem. Admitting it is.

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.

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."