* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

He lives in daydreams with me. Harry Styles daydreams that I turned into one shots & short stories. -coarse language, sexual content. 18+. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

Explanations, I am afraid, will have to wait. There is a pressing favour I must ask of you. It is a matter of ruin or salvation. I have no doubt that you will be curious about the events that have led to my decision and I can only hope that you will never discover the dreadful truth. This is at the cost of her own horrifying actions... Dearly, R. Glass

Drifter- a person who is continually moving from place to place, without any fixed home or job 🧭 Harry is a photo journalist, traveling the world and capturing beautiful and tragic moments through the lens of his camera. May runs her families bed and breakfast in Seaside. She has never left her bubble of comfort. When she meets Harry her world is flipped upside down. This is a story about taking chances, restless hearts, vulnerability, love, loss, and family. There's beauty in the messy 💛📸 *THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT*

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

One day I woke up and never slept the same since.. She longed to be in his arms. She could almost feel him. Wrapped around safely, everything calms around them, his smell surrounding her. Feeling the up and down of their breathing. The soft caress of his hands going up and down her spine. His fingers leaving trails from where they touched her skin. ******* Ellie is an 18-year-old girl whose life is dominated by solving the murder of her brother, Elijah. He was taken and presumably Burnt alive three months ago and the killer was never brought to justice. Everything takes a turn when a British boy with beautiful green eyes and her collide. She is thrown into a world of the unknown, a world of violence, torture, death, drugs, sex. Is there more to the story than meets the eye?

Devil's Due: To acknowledge the positive qualities of a person who is unpleasant or disliked. Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

In which our golden girl of Le Rêveur strip club meets with a mysterious new client. C.W: contains coarse language and VERY NSFW sexual content. 18+. Started: April 2021 Completed: September 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

"People think fame and money will bring you happiness. Fame actually makes life, especially human relationships, much more complicated." -Adrien Brody ***** Harry Styles seems to have it all. The fame, the money, the success. But what people don't see is the struggles that come with it. ***** Harry feels that everyone just wants him for his name and is longing for genuine human connection. In hopes to experience that again, what he had before becoming famous, he creates an online dating profile but doesn't use his real pictures so that he can be his true self without fear. ***** Harry goes into this with pure intentions. But when he starts to actually develop feelings for someone he meets on the app, he realizes that he might have dug himself too deep into a lie that there is no return from. ***** CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT ***** Started - 24 April, 2021 Finished -

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing