The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality. ~ "Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave." Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet. There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock. Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall. If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.

"Don't you fucking move!" Harry yells "You can't fucking tell me what to do !" I retaliate as I see him look over to see if their still here and I reach for his gun in his waistband "Darcy!" Darcy never knew what her Father did, all she did know is that he was rich as hell. When she finds out who he truly is and who more importantly who she is, her whole world gets turned upside down. One of the repercussions is having to be with four of his men all the time and she's fine with most of them , except one. Harry Styles. He's a bipolar dickhead as Darcy says.

it's the summer of '76 in downtown san francisco. harry is electric. delilah is new in town. "lay down that boogie and play that funky music til you die!" (WARNING: MATURE AND NSFW CONTENT) #1 in retro 6/29/21 #6 in hs 6/28/21

In some ways, Piper Stone is your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago, she had a shit job, and her flat was the size of a shoe box. In other ways, Piper Stone is not your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago with a Ph.D in computer science, her shit job was at MI6, her shoebox flat was below the flat of a man who may or may not be the head of London's largest crime syndicate. Oh, and now shes's working with one of the most elite agents in the service, a member of a notorius black ops group, who's as lethal as he is attractive. Did she mention she was sleeping with him? Piper Stone is definitely not your average 23 year old. *THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO BIOLUMINESCENTWRITING ON TUMBLR!*

"Thank you for listening to Dawn FM, dead or alive every morning at 7am." • • • Set in 1987, Maggie Holmes is hired as a temp placement at Dawn FM for the summer. She gets to know the radio personalities, some more than others. One of the hosts, Harry Styles, has an entire segment dedicated to true crime. What happens when she finds out he isn't being entirely truthful about what he is telling his listeners? [Published Feb. 2022] #1 dawn #1 darkharrystyles #6 grunge #10 Punk

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

"Please Harry! I promise I won't do anything ever again, just please don't hurt me," I beg as I look into his now dark eyes. I see him pull out a scarf, as involuntary tears start to stream down my cheeks. "Don't worry babe. I'm not going to kill you," he says as he brings up his big hand to my face and uses his thumb to wipe away a tear. "I am only going to make you wish that you were dead," he whispers devilishly into my ear. || Annabel Fleming is finally getting a week off from her stressful college life. When she runs into Harry, a strange mysterious guy with dark hair, green eyes, and odd clothes. She somehow ends up waking up on a colorless island and not knowing how to escape.|| *This story contains dark and mature content. You will get no other warning.*

☆ Taking place in a dystopian future, Harry lives a secluded life with an affliction that he loathes and keeps him from sleeping at night. In order to survive the treacherous world he's forced into, his only choice is to suffer silently inside of his own mind... until he finally meets the one person he's dreamed of for his entire life and then everything changes completely. ☆ "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde ☆ Most impressive rankings // #1 in Science Fiction, #5 in Science Fantasy, #20 in Future, #24 in Dystopian and #145 in Harry Styles! ☆ Please read with discretion.

Ezra is given three months to spy on the Royal Family, collect all the information that is needed to prove that things are not what they seem. There are many secrets to be uncovered, but a game of cat and mouse with Harry, the prince, serves as a challenge and keeps her from getting too close -- He releases me and takes two steps back from me, providing me room to escape. My eyes reopen, looking right at him as he begins to count, "One..." I don't move. My body can't find the strength to move from the bookcase. "Two..." He continues, his eyes narrowing. Why can't I move? "Three..." The smirk becomes more prominent on his face. Why does he enjoy instilling fear in me? "Four... Ezra, you don't want me to say five," he warns. The switch is then flipped within me. Kill the butterflies, I remind myself. A smirk as devilish as his appears on my lips. I'm not afraid of him. "Or else what, Harry?" I challenge boldly. "What are you going to do to me this time?" -- Started April 2021