❝ I'm the devil. ❞ ❝ My cousin is a therapist, maybe she can help you out. ❞ ❝ fuck you. ❞ In which a problematic seventeen year old girl named, Cassandra, sells her soul to the devil to get her bestfriend back after fighting with him. Little did she know, she'll get a lot more than those nine wishes, including an attractive sex ed. teacher named Harry Styles.

And this is what hooks me, his questions, his words, his accent, and maybe just maybe the way he stands as well. He's known her since she was six. A story in which involves church and unholy things. ____________ WARNING ⚠ -there will be a very big age gap (12 years) -sexual content -kinky -violence -explicit, brassy language -slut shaming ....and many more things. Thank you.

"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine. For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected. "N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows while fiddling with my fingers as we walked down the empty church halls. My response only made his smirk grow before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my steps to a complete stop. Before I could question his actions, he pressed my back against the wall right beside us with slight aggression and brought his hips close to mine- his face now completely serious. My breath hitched and I began to feel an unfamiliar shock of sensation in between my legs as I felt something in his jeans growing against my thigh. What is happening? I watched his emerald eyes darkened right before me as he swiped his pink tongue across his cherry pigmented lips, lightly wetting them with his saliva. My eyes remained widened by the shockwave he had my body under, watching his every move and awaiting his response. Finally, his famous smirk slowly curled upon his lips once more while simultaneously leaning in and breaking the smallest gap between us until the tip of our noses brushed against each other. As hard as I tried, I couldn't resist the amount of chills that were forming on my body for this man. Six words eventually escaped his mouth that caused my knees to buckle. "Baby, we were born to sin." . . . **CURRENTLY REVISING FIRST FEW CHAPTERS** CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT- VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED All Rights Reserved to @Dstylesx Started: August 29, 2020

There was noise. So much noise. And there were so many people. Drunk, 'in your face' people. I was alone when he showed up. He had that smile, those eyes...they were angry and soft and green. They were the kind of eyes someone could get lost in, and I think--I think I did.

When Wren, a lowly servant of a wealthy family, is kidnapped by pirates and brought before the notorious Captain Harry Styles, she's certain that her life will consist of misery. She's used to serving the snobbish Hadley Aubigné and her family, but now that she will be a slave to Captain Styles, she expects conditions to be far worse, if she's even allowed to live or see the light of day. However, the captain has unexpected plans for Wren. Cover made by @Anaisbabe1994 :D TYSM!

Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

She thought she knew what pain was, until she met Harry. *This story is in the process of being edited. Please excuse all typos and grammar mistakes. Thank you!* Copyright © 2014 All Rights Reserved

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"

Harry Styles is the definition of the guy your mother warned you about. Too bad my mother didn't know about him to warn me. I knew who he was, what he did, what his habits were...but I still was drawn to him, even though we were complete opposites. It was curiosity that led me to him, to that hallway. Little did I know my life would forever change because sometimes opposites attract. *completed*

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"