Bloodletter. Everyone knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's the most ruthless fighter in a local underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed. When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer for her college newspaper, gets assigned the fighter as her next featured piece-nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels to him when they finally meet throws her for a loop and she embarks on the wildest ride of her life, as she begins to uncover and unravel the man beneath the legend-Harry Styles. **This story contains strong sexual content and mature themes throughout. Reader's discretion is advised.** Started: March 2020 Finished: July 2021

Harry appears to be a nice boy. He comes from a good, wealthy family. He's been with his childhood sweetheart forever. He owns a flower shop. Arabella appears to be a bad girl. She throws loud and obnoxious parties. She screams the lyrics to angry songs at three in the morning. She owns a sex shop. When her sex shop moves in next-door to his flower shop, Harry is shocked to realize his new neighbor is a ghost from his past. Their unexpected feelings about their one-time encounter leave them both confused and drawn together, despite claiming to absolutely hate one another. To the naked eye, they seem to be locked in a hate-filled feud... but things are not always as they seem.

"Harry. Come over tonight?" "I can't.. I was sleeping." He said, slightly annoyed that I called him up at like 3 in the morning. "Please." I rolled my eyes. I waited for a response, as I could hear shuffling at the other end of a line. "Do you want to have sex tonight?" I smiled, biting my lip. "Pleasure to." He lowly chuckled, as I yawned. "I'll be there in about ten minutes." "I'm naked under the sheets." "Maybe five, then." I could hear him moving around already, me guessing he was fumbling with his jeans before I hear him head downstairs. I smirked. "Oh and by the way." "Yeah?" He breathed out. "I hate you." -------------------------- We were the complete opposites, as you can see.. But we both had one single thing in common. COPYRIGHTED © BritishBums COVER MADE BY: BritishBums (lol) EDITOR: fivesaucetbh

1803, England. Miss Dowding- Josephine, to those who know her close- is arranged to be the governess for the Duke and Duchess of Northumberland; their eldest daughter and youngest daughter require training and help with schooling. It is a task that Josephine finds opportunistic to remove her from the fleeting situation of her current life. She is thrilled to be thrown into such a responsibility for the nobles above her, hoping that her past will not follow. Once she has moved into the castle, her quarters are not much, but they are enough for her smile to stay consistent on her face at the work she is now over-seeing. In an instant, after being invited to a supper with the family, she is thrown into meeting the eldest son of the Duke and Duchess once he has returned from battle: Marquess Styles of Havenbrook, the rowdy and completely unstable Lord throughout the land, who has seen down every corset and left a grudge at every move he's made. His presence is always known around the manor; his mouth is curt with remarks that make Josephine's heart flutter with uncertainty. His eyes stare at her across the long dining table in the evenings, Josephine feels an inadequate level of breathing when she senses Lord Styles' stares. She knows not to say a word, but her constant uneasiness around the man feels like a hand around her neck. She doesn't understand the invisible grip he has on her- the way she aches to understand how he can stare at her in such a way and not make a single remark. Josephine is meek, a bit timid around the royals for her own safety. Lord Styles cannot help but stare at the way her collarbones simply pop from above her corseted top. Josephine cannot help but lay in bed at night and wonder- is the noise outside her door just the creaks and sounds of the castle? Or... maybe she should take a moment to open the door to reveal the truth of the noise beyond it?

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A night shift. It brings darkness, a sense of uncertainty and unknown, you never really know what's coming through those doors until it hits you square in the face and it's all hands on deck. You never really know who's coming through those doors until their lips are on yours and you're down deep for a woman you don't even know. You never know what could happen on a night shift.

regal /ˈriːɡ(ə)l/ of, resembling, or fit for a monarch, especially in being magnificent or dignified. Sometimes we love in fingertip touch, and it's just as close as we can get. A story inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's experience with the royal family.

short stories & fantasies surrounding a man usually found at the end of our wet dreams, mr. harry styles. 18+. Major sexual content and coarse language. Please read trigger warnings for each story. All of this is owned by me so don't steal it.

This is a collection of randomly inspired fun little numbers involving multiple different AU Harry's. *These stories contain mature and explicit content*

Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself? * THIS BOOK COVERS AN AFFAIR. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE TROPE.