Distractions. I had her wrapped around my finger, and I was equally wrapped around hers. *** I loved you both Key word 'loved' You both ruined me Now you'll have to live with the consequences Neither of you will like this ending One of you wont live to see it *** "Harry, we can't." I whispered as his hand began to creep its way up my short dress. I could feel the cold metal of his rings on my inner thighs. "What if they turn around." I shifted my eyes to my two best friends in the front seat of the car. He lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin. Then trailing his lips to my ear without losing contact. "You'll just have to keep quiet then baby." His whisper instantly sent chills down my spine. His large hands now tugging at the waistband of my panties. ~~~ MATURE CONTENT ~ VULGAR LANGUAGE/MURDER/DRUGS ABUSE/SEXUAL CONTENT/MENTAL HEALTH ~~~ started - 12/5/20 finished - TBD *HIGHEST RANKS* #1 in wattpad - 1/25/21 #10 in harrystyles - 2/1/21 #15 in harry - 2/15/21

"Do you hear me, Styles? You get in, you get out. No screw-ups, no loose ends, and no witnesses." ***** Harry was a notorious assassin for one of the largest organized crime groups in the business. He abandoned almost every emotion except for anger at a young age after he was forced to learn that life wasn't always fair. Even though he is one of the most feared men in the world, it still wasn't enough for him. Nothing would be enough for him until he got the one thing that he desired most: revenge. Harry was used to everyone shaking in fear around him, and no one dared to talk back to him. That is until he met her. Tate. The spitfire girl who worked at one of the most popular restaurants in London. The girl who, even in the face of death, wouldn't hesitate to throw out a sarcastic remark. She was smart, she was brave, she was witty, and she was everything that Harry wasn't expecting. This is Witness... a story about vengeance, death, mystery, greed, and two people from opposite worlds, who know nothing about each other but whose entire futures depend on each other, they just don't know it yet. || MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK|| || ONGOING || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hsau -#1 in hs -#1 in adrenaline -#1 in gangharry -#1 in assassin -#5 in mafiaharry -#11 in slowburn -#12 in harryedwardstyles -#38 in styles -#41 in niallhoran -#43 in onedirection -#53 in suspense -#65 in fighting -#89 in fiction -#93 in gangs #115 in harry -#116 in darkharry -#123 in drama -#174 in mafia -#218 in harrystyles -#664 in love

Story Status: [ on going + revising ] In which a girl named Selena falls in love with a frat boy named Zayn who's life has been a downward spiral since the age of ten, finding no purpose in his life he smokes and drinks to cope, filling the void of his despair. What Selena didn't know, loving a troubled boy came with lying, secrets, and heartbreak along with him. What Zayn didn't know, falling in love with Selena was going to bring new meaning to the life he so despised. ❗️Triggering Character Thoughts, Conversation and Flashbacks. Highest Rankings: - #1in zaylena (NEW) - #1 in selenators (NEW) - #10 in directioners

[COMPLETE] ❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞ In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne lives for the rush of illegal street racing--fast cars, high stakes, and zero attachments. Zayn Malik lives the same life, but with a swagger and ego that drives her crazy. He's cocky, reckless, and too damn charming for his own good. To Arielle, he's a distraction she doesn't need. To Zayn, she's unlike anyone he's ever met--fierce, untouchable, and irresistible. Their rivalry is electric. Their chemistry? Dangerous. Thrown together by circumstance--and a need to survive--Arielle and Zayn are forced to rely on each other as rival crews close in, and the police threaten to shut everything down. But the biggest threat might not be the streets. As their connection deepens into something raw and undeniable, others will do anything to keep them apart. Love was never part of the plan. But in a world where loyalty is rare and betrayal is around every corner, falling for each other might be the most reckless risk of all. { this is a standalone re-imagination of my other story, Supersonic. It's recommended you read that before this, but not necessary } WARNING: This story has scenes of violence, mature content, plenty! of descriptive sexual content, drug use/references, and foul language. Please read at your own discretion ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: there is mention of sexual assault within this story more than once Started: August 13th, 2016 Finished: July 1, 2022

'You are going to help me acquire something very valuable,' he spoke close to my ear, his breath fanning down my neck. I looked up at the paintings in front of us, all worth millions of pounds, and then at the spot on the wall where one was missing. The knowledge of what had happened to it was giving me the adrenaline I needed to allow myself to be so close to his presence. 'Why are you trusting me with this?' I asked, turning my head slightly to face him. His green eyes met mine, a small smile turning at the corners of his lips. The room was silent as tourists filtered through the gallery, each one taking their time to focus on the artwork before them. This was a crazy proposition. I'd never been the type to run towards crazy. 'Well, you haven't told anyone yet have you? And I suspect you're seeking a little adventure.' * Atlas Hall has played it safe her whole life. Harry Styles lives for the thrill of it all. When she's recruited by the mysterious stranger, adventure awaits.

[18+] A co-written novel. "You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you." Harry keeps to himself. He has his job, his apartment, his therapy appointments and all the entertainment he needs third wheeling his best friend Niall and his girlfriend, Carson. When the duo invite Harry on a weekend camping trip, he meets Dallas, Carson's best friend and roommate. Come to find out, there's only one tent for the two of them. They fall into each other's orbit, leaving behind all they know for the chance to have something they've never had before. Harry and Dallas soon learn that they don't need the walls of a tent for shelter, they only need each other. TRIGGER WARNINGS AND DISCLOSURE: This novel is maturely rated and will contain extreme sexual content, strong language, and other mature themes such as abuse and abandonment. MATURE 18+

❝ Politician's wife murdered, and he's the lead suspect?❞ ❝ Ian Banks arrested for the murder of his wife!❞ ❝ Harry Styles does police work to defend his friend, and assumed fiance's-mistress.❞

"You make me sick." I spit out as I dare not to look at him, his chest pressed against my back while I lean against the balcony railing. "Oh.. I make you sick, do I?" He breaths down my neck, making a chill run down my spine. "Yeah. Yeah you do." I mutter. "Please, doll. We're all a little twisted." •Sophie Grayson. A girl who can't help panicking at the slightest inconvenience. A girl who's life revolves around routines, organisation and everything simple. A girl who's passion lays with records and songs. It was always so ironic how her extreme love for music is what got her taken from the world renowned rock band, Midnight's Kiss. How will her purity last with such darkness?• ☹︎A Dark Harry Novel WARNING - CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. INTENSE VIOLENCE. READ AT OWN RISK.

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"