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Hell |H.S.|

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"It's so nice to see you again, you look really good in that suit." 

I don't need to say anything else because my sadistic smile already shows how much I'm enjoying the situation and the expression on his face as I sit at the table right in front of him. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" 

Surprised to see me here, yeah? You haven't seen anything yet, honey. 

"Last time you were really glad to have me in front of you" I speak up again with confidence whilst I ask the croupier for cards, "You're not anymore, are you?"

"Fucking stupid bitch," his growl is barely audible, gritting his teeth, "you should be dead."

"Turns out I'm not." My smile widens, gathering the cards in my hands and focusing on the game we're going to play. 

The bright, flickering lights of the slot machines and the murmur of the people around us make me feel at home.

"Redheads were burned at the stake for a reason, darling. And I'm gonna show you what that reason is tonight."

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This story contains explicit vulgar language, sex scenes and sensitive topics as mental health, severe violence and drugs. Please read it under your responsibility.All Rights Reserved

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Songs For How You Taste | l.s. by beaniebopbaby

Ever since Harry stumbled into Rough Patch, Louis couldn't get him out of his head, whether it's teasing him about his music taste, or trying to see the blush that creeps over his face, or making the dimple in his cheek make an appearance. * "I work at a record store, love. Music is literally my job, I have taste." "I dj and host at a radio station, love." Harry retorted, mocking Louis' accent as best he could. But he didn't do a very good job of it. "Music is literally my job." "That's a good thing then, you've got a face for radio." Louis' voice was dripping in sarcasm, a smirk plastered on the shorter boy's face. Harry's eyebrows knit together, glaring down at the boy. "Are you calling me ugly?" Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk out of the store. "Wait," Louis called. Harry stopped on his heels, expecting an apology. "What radio station do you work for?" He asked instead. "What's it matter, since I've got no taste?" * Or the one where Harry works at a radio station and Louis works at a record store so they bicker over music. It's teasing and it's cute. * The playlist for this fic is in my bio * #16 in larrystylinson

Heartbreaker [h.s.] by LightsUpLittleFreak

"They told me to steer clear, but where was the fun in that?" 💋💋💋 Charlie's on a mission to make it in the music industry. Yes, she is aware how nearly impossible it is these days, but she's headstrong and determined to make something of herself. Harry and his band of brothers are about to go on a 15 city tour, but their lead guitarist suddenly dips. On the hunt for someone to fill the spot, listening to demo after shit demo, they finally narrow it down to five. One being Charlie. Little does Harry know she's a feisty red head with a no nonsense mentality. Her god given talent to shred and her glimmering aquamarine eyes hypnotize every man she meets, but Harry's not so easy to break. Or is he? Will his supersized ego ruin Charlie's shot at stardom? Or will he allow someone else to share the spotlight with him for once.

And You're My Ever After (Larry Stylinson Au) by _SweetDisposition_

READ! Because some of you still don't get this book contains male pregnancy. BEFORE YOU START READING. THIS IS MPREG! THAT IS YOUR WARNING SO YOU ARE NOT COMMENTING ABOUT IT LATER OR TELLING ME THINGS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT. I KNOW, BUT IT'S FICTION. "You're so cute when you laugh!" Louis threw his hands up into the air then continued laughing feeling Harry's shaky head on his shoulder. "And you're cute too...if I could and if I wanted to I would marry you." Harry looked up giving him a lazy smile. "You're not husband material." Louis hiccuped then laughed when Harry pouted. "And I'm proud of it." Was all Harry said before drinking his tequila shot. "You're the kind of person I'll never have sex with." Louis stated looking back at Harry who had a horrified expression on his face. "I wouldn't sleep with you either." He said then burst out laughing. [Harry and Louis are two strangers visiting Vegas. Harry just wants to have fun and Louis just wants to get over the cheating bastard of his ex fiance. They accidentally get married.] ~*~*~*~ This is my new chaptered fic loosely based on the Ashton Kutcher movie What Happens In Vegas, I added my own twists and the plot is different than the movie. I'll update every week depending if I finish the chapter. :) WARNINGS: drunk marriage, Drunk Sex, Drunk Louis, Drunk Harry, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cheating, Fake Marriage, Mpreg, Mpreg Louis, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, bottom!Louis, top!Harry, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Little bit of angst, Fluff

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by British-1D-Irish

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

TWIST H.S. by unfuckwitary

Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

Just can't let her go {Punk Louis Tomlinson fanfic} by weisdirectioners

"Why do you keep pretending you're afraid of me?" He hissed, obvious anger in his eyes. "Because Louis; if I'm not afraid of you I'll end up loving you!" I shouted. "And that means I'll get hurt...because that's just the way you are!" I said, hoping he would correct me. "You're right." He said simply after a long pause. "You're right." She was new; he was jaded. She was oblivious; he knew all too well. She was innocent; he was everything but. And anyone who looked at the two would know just how wrong they were together. Yet there was no denying the obvious fire that seemed to heat every time they were near each other. This isn't the typical "boy loves girl- they fall in love" etc. etc. This is about heart wrenching confessions, breath taking encounters, love shattering secrets,and two people who so desperately want to know just what love is.

Habit//Louis + Styles triplets by larrystylinsonXrandy

"Come here Mr Tomlinson" the eldest triplet smirks as he beckons Louis into the classroom. Louis walks over so he's standing in front of Edwards desk. "Come" Edward points to the place in front of him. Louis visibly gulps and crystal blue eyes widen in shock, but there's a glimmer of excitement as well. Walking around he stands in front of the man. The teacher grips his hips and spins him around. "Do you see what you do to me" ••• "M...mr Styles, oh god" Harry smirks as he pushes himself further against the smaller boy. "Like that little one" Harry whispers against the boys earlobe. Louis just groans quietly as his hips are pushed further against the desk. "So pretty" Harry pushes Louis black skater skirt even higher as he moves down to nip at the skin. ••• Marcels hands fly forward and grip the younger boys hips. A smirk falling across Louis lips as he straddles the English teachers lap. Moving around Louis can feel Marcel under him. Marcel let's out a shaky breath as Louis pushed his hips further against him. "Ever since I saw you I've wanted to feel you" Louis whispers and Marcels grip tightens. "Hmm...such a slut wanting to fuck a teacher" ••• Or where Louis is a student who's known for sleeping around and the Styles triplets are the new teachers in school. Inspiration taking from Sweet creature but it has a different story line No2 on #Stylestriplets No2 on #marcelstyles No1 on #edwardstyles No1 on #stylestriplets No 1 on #louistomlinson

Remind Me To Forget (L.S.) ✔️ by FallingForTheHabit

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Boss Bitch || Mafia!Larry || 1 || by runningwatermelon

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Sweetheart by larryfanficss28

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Songs For How You Taste | l.s.

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