18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

"Are you going to kill me," I whispered, feeling a single tear roll down my face. He stopped his actions, running a hand over his face as he chuckled. My heart was thumping against my chest in fear as his moods changed so quickly. His laugh sent a shiver down my spine as he looked to the ceiling, an ominous grin on his face. He wouldn't kill me, right? Harry kept the smile on his face, turning to face me. I watched in anguish as he fished through his pockets, pulling out two knives and a pistol. Instead of using the items, he tossed them to the side, not once breaking eye contact "No, baby. I'm not going to kill you," I sighed in relief at his words, leaning my head back against the wall. Not allowing me the satisfaction of alleviation, he spoke again, his words leaving me more unsettled than before. "But you're going to wish I had." /// "I had a few got drunk on you and now I'm wasted." She was drunk on him. His medicine was her. Madison is a 21 year old Cosmetologist. When she finds herself as the new stylist for a world renowned band, she signs up for more than she knows; A fatal love story between her and Harry Styles. A twist on the classic enemies to lovers story, with more to love than to hate. ________________________________________ MATURE CONTENT credits @watermelxnsugarx

Draco Malfoy Fanfic ⚠️Smut warning⚠️ Message me if you have anything you would like me to add or think would fit well in my story! <3 Please don't forget to vote! Elizabeth has always been on the run from her father, the man that took everything she cared about form her. All the pain he caused her made her beleive there was such thing as love...that no one cared about her..at least that's what she thought until everything changed over night when she met him, the first boy she ever loved changed her completly...and when he left her, Elizabeth was heart broken once again. She felt numb, turning more and more like her father as time pasted, Until she was found by Dumbledore...which then led her to find her next love...Draco Malfoy. The boy who she hated the most later turned to the one she couldnt live without...and her father took advantage of the love she had for him...would her love be strong enough for the both of them in the end?

MATURE CONTENT Draco Malfoy despises anyone that is not pure. So when a half-blood rises up to his challenges, his not sure whether he should be impressed or enraged. Draco Malfoy and Aster Flint can't seem to work out whether their anger rises from their hatred for each other or from something more. Highest rankings: #1 in dracosmut #2 in funny #3 in slow burn #2 in spicy

"You're just a filthy little Slut" He said as he had you pinned against the cold stone wall. "No i'm not" you said as you glared at him, looking into his cold grey eyes. "No? Well how about I show you how much of a filthy slut you are then" he stated coldly as he began to take off his button up shirt. • This story is very toxic and if you don't like that get lost, don't leave hate on my story or you will be blocked :) • There is 18+ scenes as well, if you don't like it, leave, there are smut and drama scenes as well.

In which honesty had never been so missed and verity ever so falsified. "Then ruin me, Malfoy." - A Draco Malfoy fanfic with a messy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, alcohol, emotional trauma, cheating, drugs, and foul language, 18 + All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Clara Adams, Navy White, William White, Asher Lewis Dalton, and the plots created by me. But other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

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

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"

They call him the Devil. The killer of angels. His name has whispered through the wind for months; kissing his own rumoured red skin in passing. He gives women their wings but soaks them in blood; he wouldn't want them to get away, would he? A short story