COMPLETED 10/27/2020 Luz Garcia gathers her things and moves to NYC after High School, running away from death, boy trouble, and the walking reminder of the best and worst night of her life. Convinced nothing could make her leave the big city and go back to the town that only caused her pain and heartbreak, a High School reunion, and an old friend reels her in. When the reunion turns bloody, the mystery of the murder becomes the focus of her Journalism work and the perfect excuse to spend her nights wrapped in Harry's arms. Harry's green eyes and mind-jumbling touch almost successful at distracting Lu from her suspicions about Harry and his many secrets. Lu's hunger for truth will push her into a pit she will never be able to escape, not even if she wanted to. Explicit content warning: sexual, violence, language, and drug use. THERE IS A LOT OF HET SMUT IN THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE DON'T READ IT. DISCLAIMER: ALL COMPANIES, PLACES, AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND NOT A REPRESENTATION OF THE REAL PERSON, COMPANY, OR PLACE. TPWK

"You'd be wise to tell me the truth. Which racer would the Circuit rather see dead?" "Redline." --- The Circuit is the top name in underground car racing - an elite, globally connected syndicate operating secretly beneath multiple polished fronts. Each season, it attracts blacklisted professional racers, unknown talents, and secret donors who are all chasing high-stake wins on illegal, unpredictable tracks. With a new season approaching, the racing world remains unsettled by the shocking conclusion to last year's run - and the role Harry Styles played in it. Known as Redline, his reputation was built on unmatched speed and precision. But a collision at the final race ended his most recent season just short of the win, and rumors suggest he hasn't quite recovered. Still, his brand can't afford to disappear. If he can't race, Redline still has to. He needs a ghost driver; someone who can match his skill, win under his name, and navigate the pressure the Circuit demands. Val has several lurking issues of her own. As a getaway driver for organized criminals, her life depends on speed, discretion, and skill. When she betrays a top client, she needs a way out - and fast. Unbeknownst to her, an offer is already lingering nearby. Deals are made. Obstacles lurk in each city. And two stubborn individuals must work together to ensure that Redline finishes this next season on top.

Alison Evans is thrilled to start her job as a journalist in the heart of Philadelphia. Her spirit of inquiry leads her to places she's been told not to visit and she finds herself entangled in a web of horror and fear as the truth starts to unravel itself. // "Harry," I manage to whisper. "Happy to see me?" He grins, amused at my delayed realisation that he's standing in front of me. I force myself to look anywhere else but his face, unable to bear looking into his manipulative eyes anymore. No words find their way to the tip of my tongue, so I shake my head. Being in this man's presence is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. "Well.." A small chuckle of mock sympathy escapes him, but it doesn't reach the darkness in his eyes. "I'm not happy to see you either." DARK HARRY. ENEMIES TO LOVERS. CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. STARTED 23 MAY 2021. COMPLETED 17 JULY 2022.

Touch: verb; to put hands upon, in any way or degree. A collection of one-shots Warning: Very Mature. Contains strong language and sexual content.

"So, what possessed you to spend your evening at this shitty party?" I asked, releasing the taste of my cigarette with my words. His gaze decidedly landed on my lips that were wrapped around my burning cigarette as he finally spoke. "I guess I'm a bit of a masochist." He shrugged and a sharp laugh escaped my throat at his words. "What's your excuse?" "Oh, I'm the one throwing this shitty party, so I guess I'm a bit of a sadist," I replied with a shrug of my own and his laugh was just as sharp as mine had been. All humor left his voice, however, when he said, "Yeah? Fuck, that's hot." //After a fateful meeting at a house party, Stevie never thought she would see Harry Styles again. However, a year later when a mutual friend tells her Harry's band is looking for a new bassist, she jumps at the opportunity. Much to Stevie's disappointment, Harry doesn't seem to remember her, or the night they shared, and he certainly has a darker side when he isn't trying to get into her pants.// Mature content warning// This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.

Resolution is the story of when a chemical, strictly-physical relationship evolves into something so heart-wrenchingly real that Harry and Halle's worlds are changed forever. If you want to feel, really feel, read it. WARNING: Extremely explicit sexuality. Please only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

He lets go of the hem of my underwear that snaps back harshly onto my skin. He lifts my hand out of his hair, drops it in my lap and walks out. He knows exactly what he just did. - Skylar St. James and Harry Styles once dated in high school, which somehow seems like a lifetime ago after about 3 and a half years apart. When their worlds collide once again, will they be too different to be civil when they really need to be, or will they even want to? /// Contains mature language and concepts read at your own risk. ((story incomplete))

Lennon Carter is a single mom of a 3-year-old son, Beckett. Harry Styles is a single dad of a 2-year-old son, Arlo, and a 4-year-old daughter, Aden. They both decide to take their kids on a family vacation to Hawaii. When they cross paths Lennon can't keep her eyes off of the man that always seems to be around. Vacation romances may be fun in the moment, but what happens afterward?

Mabel Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old dealing with writer's block, is presented with the life-changing opportunity of closely observing the enigmatic life of renowned artist Harry Styles, known by the public as "the black cat," a nickname he has earned due to the belief that misfortune befalls those who dare to approach him. Mabel does not believe in superstitions, and she is determined to get closer to him, hoping to change how people see him and to finally become a published writer. Her efforts are only destined to falter as she uncovers the truth beneath the façade: Harry Styles is caught up in the perverse dynamics of the entertainment industry, a place way darker and scarier than what people would imagine it to be. Would you trust what the media tells you about him? ** "Do I scare you, Mabel? Why..." his eyes seem to seek permission to explore other exposed areas of my skin. He places two fingers on my neck, feeling the blood pulsating in my vein, and breathes out, "...is your heart racing?" I stammer something, completely incapable of coming up with a coherent sentence. "Tell me: are you afraid of my black cat fame, darling?" *** !! DISCLAIMER !! the book contains mature content [explicit language, sex, violence, drugs, mental health issues or other themes that some individuals may find offensive], and it is intended for adult readers only. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, OR ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

✧ Being the younger of the three, Beatrix sometimes enjoyed life, but she also sometimes didn't. It depended on the day, what was happening during it, who it was going to be spent with. Nine times out of ten it was only spent with one other family, seeing as her dad was the president of the Filthy Freaks MC. She both loved and hated that. Growing up with them was one thing. Sure, they had all built great memories as children, being surrounded by so many people, but everything was amazing when you were a kid, so that didn't really count anymore. Though things changed as Beatrix grew up. It wasn't easy being the daughter of a feared man. Beatrix had dreams of her own that she wanted to fulfil. Somewhere along the way she could have sworn most people had overlooked the moment she'd grown up. But things felt different as her mid twenties loomed closer, they felt different for her at least. Still though, it seemed she could never quite shake the bubble she had been placed in. But so what, right? She was going out into the world, chasing after what she wanted. What her family didn't know simply wouldn't hurt them. But if one more person looked at her in fear of being the daughter of one hell of a scary man, she thought she might truly go insane. She was tired of being known as Little Bea, for god's sake, she was just Bea. Or B. Or Trix, but only Harry called her that. Even though he wouldn't go near her, not even with a ten foot pole between them. Plus, much to her dismay, he didn't look at her like that. Not her. Not in that way. In all of its truth, she was totally, horrifyingly, off limits. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*