The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

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.

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] ** Reader's discretion advised (18+) Smut chapters are indicated with an (*) - Excerpt chapter 3 - I had been dreaming about her all week, and now she was for sure not going to leave my brain. I had been fucking my fist every night to get rid of the image of her on her knees in front of me after I saw her biting down on that pencil at the bar on Monday. So flirty and dirty, yet so innocent. While the thought excited me, to be with someone without experience, I'd never act upon it. I was definitely rough in bed, and I had a lot of kinks and didn't know how to be soft. I'd completely ruin her. But then again, maybe she'd let me. Maybe she'd like it. ** Started: October 2021 ** Finished: December 2021

He wanted me for sex... I wanted him for a grade, but along the way, we both realized that we needed more than the things we bargained for; we needed each other in more ways than one. ** THIS STORY INCLUDES AGE DIFFERENCES, SEXUAL ACTIVITIES AND REFERENCES, VIOLENCE, AND FOUL LANGUAGE! * None of the images included in the chapters belong to me - unless stated otherwise. #8 in one direction (01-23-21) #18 in harrystyles (01-23-21) #1 in 1D (04-14-21) - Reuploaded after the site deleted it - January 29, 2021

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

In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction

COMPLETED Evelyn was an aspiring social worker. But when her first assignment is helping a family living in one of the worsts neighborhoods around London, she has no idea that her life will never be the same. There she meets Harry, a man who is involved in the world of illegal fights, who would turn her life upside down. Could two completely different people be more similar than what they had expected? Find out more in Disclosure!

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

"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

"You can either do your homework, or I can fuck you till you leave for school." * * * He's the leader of a notorious gang. She's the young daughter of a famous family.