We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

Arya is a infamous Assassin, who is known to be the best murderer on the market for the mafia. She uses the name 'Violet' to stay unnoticed to the human eye. When a unknown person pays a big price to Assassinate Harry Styles. Arya takes the challenge without knowing the consequences behind it. After a couple of failed attempts to assassinate him, she easily becomes his main priority to remember who she is. What happens when both worlds collide as the ground beneath them starts to crumble? **** "Should I trust you?" He whispers in my ear as he moves a strand of my hair behind my ear. I look around the room and back to his eyes. "I don't know" I hesitate to say it at first. he shouldn't trust me, He had no clue why I was actually here with him. If he knew it would be game over, one shot and I'd all be done for. One sudden move and everything would collapse. "The thing is, I could just push you off at any second and not give a single fuck on what happens to you. That's the crazy part about this, You never know what the other is thinking when you're like this. You don't know you if you trust them." He says as he stares at the clouds above. I look beneath us at the small cars in the distance causing ruckus on the multiple roads. "So I guess it's like a game, if the other one trusts you enough to want you to stay alive or to die" he starts to fiddle with his hands. I frown and stand up just to crouch down on the ledge and face him. "Let's test it then, if you trust me, I trust you. Catch me" I grab the side of the building and drop my legs. He glances at me so I give him a smirk and let go of the building. CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT.

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

When fire meets gasoline everyone should run away. Carmen Amor is a bubbly psychopath who'd slit your throat without batting an eye. Hides behind her scandalous day job and dark jokes, what's beneath the corset? Harry Styles is an arrogant asshole who'd lure you in with his mesmerizing gaze and then put a bullet between your eyeballs. Hides behind his glare and sarcasm, what's inside his brain? What happens when these two tortured souls come together? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "You understand that you are a gorgeous, incredible, perfect woman yeah?" "Yes. " "Good, keep that in mind when I fuck you like a whore." ALL RIGHTS RESERVED If you would like to translate my story simply DM me. ON HOLD STARTED DEC 22, 2020-

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

"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

|CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT| "When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem it slouched And then it must've caught a good look at you" -NFWMB Evil; profoundly immoral and wicked. There are things in this world that are bad and then there are things that are truly evil. Sinister. Instances where something is so immoral that someone pure and clean has no mind to comprehend that someone can commit such an act. But there are some who can. Those who have that evilness inside them, that blackness in their hearts. They bring about destruction, devastation, wherever they go. The only thing left behind when they leave is chaos. What they had was a love no one could understand. So rooted in their twisted minds that only they could appreciate it. Every step they took together left the world in pieces around them. Two dark hearts made for the other, and only each other. Evil. Sinister. Destruction. Devastation. Desolation.

[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so does Harry. Money, murder, family, love, gangs, drugs, sex, cars, California... what could possibly go wrong? ----------------------- this book contains violence, mature/dark themes, explicit sexual content including kink, and the use of profanity.

Eastmount Psychiatric Hospital Project Black Widow Patient n. 384 Name: Harry Styles Date of birth: February 1st, 1883 Date of admission: March 20th, 1905 Date of death: - Additional Information: Disappeared on September 6th, 1906. 24/11/19 #15 in fanfiction