Licensed To Kill |h.s|
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Beneath Your Skin [H.S]
"I know exactly what you like." I swallowed, my throat dry despite the whiskey. "And what does that have to do with your secret?" His lips curved, the faintest hint of a smirk. "Because I think you want someone who can push back." The heat in my stomach curled tighter, and I hated that too. Hated that he was reading me too easily, hated that I couldn't tell if he was just playing or if he really understood. "That's not much of a secret," I said smoothly, keeping my voice even. "Anyone could guess that." "Maybe," Harry mused, his fingers toying with the rim of his glass. "But I don't think just anyone could keep up with you." I narrowed my eyes, my body betraying me with the way it leaned just slightly closer. "And you think you can?" He didn't answer right away. He just held my gaze, letting the anticipation stretch, letting the weight of it settle between us. Then, finally, his smirk deepened. "I guess that depends," he murmured, his voice dropping to something dark. "Are you gonna let me find out?" // August Paisley was born into bloodshed. As the daughter of Brooklyn's most ruthless mafia leader, she's spent her life sharpening her edges, knowing that love is a liability and trust is a death sentence. With enemies circling and war on the horizon, she has no time for distractions-especially not the kind that comes in the form of sharp-tongued, brooding, Harry Styles. Harry is everything she should hate. The son of her family's greatest enemy. A man raised on the promise of destruction. Their worlds are built on blood feuds and old grudges, and there's no future where the two of them walk away unscathed. But when their paths collide, what starts as a battle of wit and fire turns into something else-something intoxicating, something inevitable. Falling for him is a mistake that cost her everything. Her life. But in a war where nothing is certain, letting him go might be the most dangerous thing of all.
killer instinct - || h.s. ||
a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||Complete
Alleyway || h.s.
"That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed, princesa," Harry growled, his thumb and forefinger gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. He'd caged me against walls countless times, but this time the rage inside me burned hotter than ever. "If you're gonna fucking kill me, then do it already," I snapped, my voice dripping with exaggerated boredom as I rolled my eyes. "Because you're taking a God awful long time-" Before I could finish, his lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath, my words, my thoughts. His body pinned me against the wall, obliterating every sliver of space between us. My fingers clenched his belt loops, holding on for dear life as the kiss turned wild-teeth clashing, breaths colliding. His hand slipped under my shirt, rough fingers grazing my waist, setting my skin alight. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream, Eliana," he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unrelenting hunger. ----- 18+ Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content © All Rights Reserved![Insatiable [h.s]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/263493882-256-k974801.jpg)
Insatiable [h.s]
in·sa·tia·ble adjective of an appetite or desire, impossible to satisfy. Learning to trust and finding ways of getting along aren't really an option for Aurora and Harry. Yet, circumstances force them together when she finds herself stuck in the middle of all of his problems. She quickly discovers that sometimes in order to survive ones company you must become... insatiable. ••• "When you're a kid you are taught that the devil is something you should be scared of. The image of him is etched into your brain at an early age causing you to become terrified of the idea- And I used to be. Until I met him for myself. I was told of a red creature with horns, but I was never warned I'd be mesmerized by a pair of green eyes and velvet lips." ••• STARTED: JULY 3, 2022 COMPLETED: MARCH 24, 2023 ••• HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🥇in harrystyles 🥇in harrystylesau 🥇in darkharry 🥇in ninadobrev 🥇in zaynmalik 🥇in 1D 🥇in niallhoran 🥇in mafia 🥈slowburnComplete
Good & Plenty | H.S
I was told that I was dangerous "Why is that?" "Because you don't need anyone." That's when he smiled. // A good girl from Boston gone bad after meeting the band that her dad manages, forced to leave her home and go on tour with them as her life turns upside down. CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUGS/PARAPHERNALIA, BAD LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, mentions of abuse & SA
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Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson
"He's dead." Harry whispered. "That's the idea." "He's dead." He repeats. "I mean his eyes are separate from his sockets and his spleen is somewhere mixed in with his teeth. So yes." "You killed him!" He points. "Don't point what if he's shy." "Oh god he's dead." I smack my hand over my head. "And the award for best directive goes to Harry Styles."Complete
Dead Sea // Harry Styles
He made me feel different, alive. He was the breath in my lungs when mine were cracked. He saved me.Complete
"I know exactly what you like." I swallowed, my throat dry despite the whiskey. "And what does that have to do with your secret?" His lips curved, the faintest hint of a smirk. "Because I think you want someone who can push back." The heat in my stomach curled tighter, and I hated that too. Hated that he was reading me too easily, hated that I couldn't tell if he was just playing or if he really understood. "That's not much of a secret," I said smoothly, keeping my voice even. "Anyone could guess that." "Maybe," Harry mused, his fingers toying with the rim of his glass. "But I don't think just anyone could keep up with you." I narrowed my eyes, my body betraying me with the way it leaned just slightly closer. "And you think you can?" He didn't answer right away. He just held my gaze, letting the anticipation stretch, letting the weight of it settle between us. Then, finally, his smirk deepened. "I guess that depends," he murmured, his voice dropping to something dark. "Are you gonna let me find out?" // August Paisley was born into bloodshed. As the daughter of Brooklyn's most ruthless mafia leader, she's spent her life sharpening her edges, knowing that love is a liability and trust is a death sentence. With enemies circling and war on the horizon, she has no time for distractions-especially not the kind that comes in the form of sharp-tongued, brooding, Harry Styles. Harry is everything she should hate. The son of her family's greatest enemy. A man raised on the promise of destruction. Their worlds are built on blood feuds and old grudges, and there's no future where the two of them walk away unscathed. But when their paths collide, what starts as a battle of wit and fire turns into something else-something intoxicating, something inevitable. Falling for him is a mistake that cost her everything. Her life. But in a war where nothing is certain, letting him go might be the most dangerous thing of all.
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