She never planned to set foot in the paddock again. Elisabeth "Lisi" Wolff had built her life in the world of tech, far from the engines and rivalries that had consumed her father's career. But one deal - one data project - pulled her back into the noise of Formula 1. That's where she met him. Max Verstappen. Fast. Unstoppable. Infuriating. They clashed the moment they spoke, their arguments sharp enough to draw sparks. He was reckless and overprotective; she was stubborn and determined to stand her ground. Everyone in the paddock knew they were trouble. Neither of them cared. Sometimes the hardest rival you face isn't on the track - it's the one who makes your pulse race off it.

In which a Formula One driver's world is turned upside down in all the right ways, by a girl. A FORMULA ONE BOOK MAX VERSTAPPEN X FEM OC Cover by @ItsTotallyNotSav I only own my characters, lines and scenes. everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 . . . a man built from death opens his eyes, he recognizes only her: the girl who has been dreaming of him all her life. ❪ frankenstein's creature 𝙭 fem!oc ❫

Harry didn't plan for it to become a recurring motif. It was never intended, from his perspective, to anchor him, and it certainly wasn't there to define him. At the time, he'd thought it was a one-time thing, like waxing his chest, or trying hot yoga, or letting someone gaslight him into believing that olives don't just taste like someone preserved despair in brine. At best, he'd figured it would be a strange, mildly entertaining story to pull out after drinks with a select, close-knit group of attendees. It'd fall in line somewhere between the one about the dentist with the singular nipple piercing and the time he'd mistakenly crashed a wake because the GPS rerouted him through a church parking lot. And then she called him Sir. One minute he was perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed he'd snagged off of facebook marketplace (suspiciously low price tag- maybe haunted), wondering if tilting her too far would result in blunt force trauma via nightstand, and the next, she was twisting her chin to look at him over her shoulder, voice low and syrupy-sweet, eyes half-lidded as she was saying it- Sir- with this kind of reverence that made him feel like someone with gravity. Purpose. Like he was something more than a financially unstable, sleep-deprived undergrad sporting a semi; like something cracked open in her ribs every time she used it, and he was the only one who could crawl inside. Retrospectively, that was the beginning of the end. - OR The one in which there's an interesting blog focused on a niche genre of soft-core pornography, two next-door neighbors in an apartment complex with paper-thin walls, a simple case of misinterpretation, a man that runs from intimacy like there's an award waiting at the invisible finish line, and a pet bunny called Snuggles. - (reader-insert/ Y/N - early access patreon fic)

"I thought I was just supposed to help with your songs." "You did. You're all of them." started: 7/31/2025 finished: ???

'You know, Ivy,' his voice was low, making sure only I could hear him. 'If you find yourself being unhappy,' Harry reached for the inside of his jacket before slipping a card toward me. 'You know where to find me.' At the age of twenty-nine, Ivy Mitchells appears to be living a perfect life in California. She owns a beautiful home, runs a successful marketing company, and is married to her handsome high-school sweetheart, Jace Davis. Yet, beneath the surface, Jace's deception has robbed Ivy of her happiness after saying 'I do'. Amidst her struggles to repair what's broken in her relationship, Ivy crosses paths with the distinguished Harry Styles at a fundraiser. Not only is he extremely handsome but he's also trapped in an unhappy marriage. From that moment on, Ivy finds herself drawn to him in ways she never imagined. His presence exhilarates her to the core, and she can't keep him off her mind. Neither can Harry forget about her. Before Ivy knows it, they are faced with choices that could shatter their carefully constructed worlds. Can they see each other again? Can they promise no one gets hurt? Can they risk everything they've built? Can Harry and Ivy cheat by the rules? © All Rights Reserved - @butterflytattoo Ranking achievements: #1 - adultfiction #1 - harrystyles #2 - Styles

nothing could draw y/n in the way harry could

Harry thought it was just one weekend. Near Barcelona. A stolen shirt. A girl he couldn't quiet forget. Months later, he walks into lunch with his girlfriend Romi-only to find her new assistant is Alice. The same girl. What follows is a slow unraveling of boundaries, secrets, and everything they tried to leave behind. Because when the past shows up holding your coffee and a schedule for your day, pretending nothing happened... What do you do?

Remember when we went on tour together and fell in love, and then we wrote a song about it. Thats the life of a popstar. "And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you And the coffee's out At the Beachwood Café And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say." *FINISHED*

when nixie rose ester oliver gets a surprise email saying that she has been chosen as harry styles's tour photographer, she says yes. she says the three letter word that has the power to change your whole life. luckily for her it did, in the form of a curly chestnut haired british boy. so say yes.