Harry Styles can run a billion-dollar beauty company without breaking a sweat. He can command boardrooms, negotiate impossible deals, and solve corporate crises before most people finish their morning coffee. Then he comes home, to the only person in the world who isn't remotely impressed. Livia is a scientist. She studies forests, soil, and ecosystems. She spends weeks away on field research, comes home covered in mud, and has absolutely no interest in Harry's corporate reputation. To the rest of the world, Harry Styles is an intimidating CEO. To Livia, he's just Harry. The husband who can't stop working. The man who worries too much. The one who somehow makes even grocery shopping unnecessarily dramatic. Between billion-dollar meetings and rainforest expeditions, airport reunions and late-night phone calls, muddy boots and tailored suits, they're learning that marriage isn't about having the perfect life. It's about finding home in each other, no matter how chaotic life becomes.

Regrets take over Cooper's life. Literally. As a radio host, she spends her days reading anonymous letters about heartbreak and regret on her segment Regret Radio, immersing herself in other people's stories to avoid facing her own. But no matter how far she runs, her past is always there, reminding her of the mistakes she's made. One of those regrets? Losing her childhood best friend. And it doesn't help that he's no longer just a memory, he's global superstar Harry Styles. He's everywhere. And just when she thinks she can escape through Regret Radio, a letter arrives that drags her straight back into the past.

When Harry hijacks her car in the middle of the night, Harley is forced to become a getaway driver for one of New Orleans' most fearsome criminals. Try as they might, Harry and Harley cannot resist the temptation of each other as they continue to work as partners in crime. She knows it will only end in disaster, but the more she tries to fight it, the further she is pulled into his dark world. - Harley never meant to get mixed up in a life of crime. She spent most of her childhood on race tracks, watching and learning everything her father had to offer her as a pro racer. Until he died. Reeling from loss, she now struggles to make ends meet on her own and must seek out new ways to make money. In a drug deal gone wrong, she finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands that she helps him evade the cops, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives. - COMPLETED HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles Rated Mature for graphic depictions of sex, strong language, drug use, self harm, mental illness, death, and violence. Refer to "BEFORE YOU READ" for detailed warnings.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮' 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘯𝘰, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯. ⋆｡˚✴︎⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ✧.* 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Peter Parker makes it his mission to bring Tony Stark's spoiled daughter back down to reality. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Published: 8/29/25 🥇 in SpiderMan 🥇 in PeterParker 🥇 in TomHolland 🥇 in TonyStark 🥇 in InfinityWar 🥇 in TobeyMaguire

Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

This is the story of Harry and Rose - two souls learning how to bloom together in the light and shadow of fame. Between quiet mornings and stolen glances, whispered songs and tabloid storms, they find themselves growing - tangled but tender - in a garden that isn't always kind to love. It's not just about falling in love, but learning how to keep it alive when everyone wants to see it wilt. A story about music, privacy, and the courage it takes to keep something beautiful alive under constant sun.

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.

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.

"Is this the part where you try and convince me that you're secretly a good person?" I ask quietly with the subtlest hint of sarcasm. Harry leans forward, closing some of the space between us. His fingers beside my head spread and I feel his thumb graze against my temple. "Oh, no, baby," he flashes me pretty white teeth and I feel lightheaded. "I'm the worst kind of person." // When twenty-one year old Eleanor witnesses something she shouldn't one night, she's thrust into the high-stakes world of drugs, murder, and Harry Styles. What happens when her two worlds start to collide? What if she doesn't want to escape? All Rights Reserved @femalestyles Please read warnings prior to starting this book. This book contains mature content that may not suitable to readers under the age of 18. STARTED: 6/4/2025 ENDED: ?

She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.