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[COMPLETED] Esmereld Payne, better known as Emera or Esme, has always been a rebellious young woman. She doesn't take shit from anyone and will put someone in their place that disrespects her. But that may not be ideal when you are kidnapped by the most powerful gang leader in the world. Esme has always known that this world has cruel and ruthless people walking on it everyday. Little did she know that one of them had a pair of enchanting green eyes and a wicked smirk. Will she be able to survive the infamous Harry Styles? ------------------------------ THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGERING SUBJECTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY. SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT VULGAR LANGAUGE VIOLENCE/ABUSE ------------------------------ "Leave me alone." I step up into his face, testing his dominance. It probably isn't the best idea for me to do this, given what has happened last time I decided to defy him. Harry steps closer to me and burns his gaze through my skull, looking into the deepest parts of my soul. He slowly brings his hand up in between us until it meets my neck. He tightens his grip at his finger tips, not hard enough to restrict my breathing. With his large hand now wrapped around my neck, he pulls my body closer to his until our chests meet. With my head tilted up to meet his eyes, I can feel my skin burning up, in contrast to his cold rings. I feel him dip his head down until I feel his hot breath on my ear, making goosebumps rupture all over my body. "I just want to see what that pretty little mouth can do." ------------ #2 in darkharryfanfics ------------ all rights belong to @1d_epression

Torn Between Reality © ❝What is love if all we have are happy endings?❞ _________________________________________ (Completed Story) "I'm coming through!" He kicked the door open, the lock snapping. He came in and I jumped for him, but his instincts were too good as he saw it coming. He ducked and I fell right over him. "You are so stupid." I jumped up and tried again. He grabbed my arm, and lifted his other hand. He slapped me in the face and I yelped in pain. With his other hand, which held my wrist, my hand still gripping the knife, he began to twist my wrist. Tears in my eyes from the unbearable pain, I let go of the knife and tried to make him let go. My wrist snapped, the pain so terrible, I let out an agonizing scream. He let go of my wrist and I fell to the floor, groaning in the worst kind of pain. "S-stop. Pl-please." I technically begged him. He stood looking down at me, no sympathy in his eyes. Nothing but pure hate. "I'm not finished with you yet." He grabbed me up by the arm and pulled me with him down the stairs. Once down the stairs, he pushed me to the floor. "Okay, let's play a game." I couldn't even reply, I was in so much pain. "Do you not want to play?" he questioned. His voice held an annoyed vibe. "I d-don't." I breathed. -- This is my story. Go through my flashback to find out what got me here.

" I lunge forward at him hitting his groin with my knee then right between the eyes. As soon as I do, he crashes to the ground, out cold. I go for more, but a pair of arms snatch my waist lifting me up. I kick my legs and flail my arms to get closer but he is too strong. "Let go of me!" I demand. "Shut up." A low strong voice commands."Is he okay?" "He is fine." I grunt. Then the young adult wakes up, then scurries back away from me. "Sorry ma'- miss... " he says, making me angry again. I give him a cold stare. "I'm sorry." He repeats, standing to his feet. "Put. Me. Down." I demand again. With a huff he puts me down. I step forward with full intentions to punch him again but the man behind me takes my arm, holding me back. I jerk forward to get off his grip but he takes my other arm tightly. "Alright! I'm done! I'm done!" I huff in defeat. " This story follows Astrid, a 26 year old female who ran away from home 10 years ago. The only reason she has come back was to get away from the hole she dug her self into. She is running away from her problems again. Life before she ran away wasn't as nice as the public saw it- the sherif's family, happy, and loving. Behind the doors it was orders being barked left and right with no warning or break. Not wanted to deal with this anymore, Astrid ran. On her voyage out, she ran into some trouble that seemed all fine until it wasn't. She comes back home and everything is all fine and dandy until, "Unknown: You thought you could hide forever? I found you, and I can find your friend, Nicole. If you want her safe, you'll be at the ring in an hour." Since Astrid's leave, the town suddenly had a motorcycle gang that hangs around, not realling doing anything in particular, but the sherif doesn't trust them much. Damon being the head of the gang, keeps everything they do quiet. When these two meet up there is obious tention and immediate hatred. ***EDITING TWs: Controling dad, violence, abuse

"I just had to let you know, I never meant to hurt you so, Arabella." A deep but raspy voice speaks out in the dark night, with a grey smokey aura surrounding his tall, ghostly frame. My heart drops as I hear those words, coming from the one person I least expected. His words were humiliating He made me feel weak. Nauseous. I see the smoke surrounding his face, illuminated by the moonlight as we were in the middle of an alleyway. He takes a drag of the cigarette, exhaling slowly as his red and swollen lips become puckered in a kiss-like motion. His face is sweaty, like raindrops glistening on his skin, the moonlight still hitting his beautiful whilst incredibly haunting appearance. "But Harry, you did." I respond with tears welling up in the brims of my eyes. I was always a very sensitive person. Everything hurt me so deeply, but never as deeply as Harry Styles did. "Maybe I meant too, Arabella. Maybe next time, don't give yourself to people so easily; you are worthless as always. I should've killed you the night you saw me murder that girl. I can't believe you actually thought I cared." His tone changed, as for a split second, I felt like he actually meant those words. The look he gave me, made me feel stupid. His soul would forever be dark, haunting me like a bad dream. He was a bad person, with a bad heart, and a bad soul. But it was my fault, I gave myself to him, and I shouldn't have expected any more from him. After all, he is Harry Styles. Lead singer of Deception, and unbeknownst to others, also leader of the most dangerous group of people alive, the mafia. / / / / THIS SONG IS HEAVILY BASED ON MUSIC SO YOU CAN FOLLOW ALONG! You can find the spotify playlist in the 'INTRO⭐️' chapter! WARNINGS : •Extreme Violence •Dark Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and Liam Payne •VERY strong language •And a LOT of hurt, especially for you guys💔 ! What could happen when a fan girl ballerina and a rock star boy

{This story is copyright} "HARRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The guy punched my in the jaw and my body hit the floor. My vision blurred and pain flared all through my body. I let out a loud scream when his foot made contact with my side. I her a loud grunt then a loud smack of skin on skin. I looked up slightly to see the guy being held up against the wall by Louis and Niall while Harry beat the life out of him. I let out a loud whimper as someone touches my side. "Come here babe, you'll be all right" Zayn cooed in my ear as he picked me up. I screamed again and almost passed out from the pain. "Harry she's gotta get to the hospital!" Zayn panicked while tears streamed down my face. "Fuck, Louis finish him off" The last thing I heard was a gun shot before everything went black. ------------------------------------- Harry and his boys run the city. One glance at him and you'd know to walk in the opposite direction. He has a dangerous aura that radiates from him. Luna wanted nothing to do with him and Harry wanted nothing to do with her. They are from two different worlds. Luna gets sucked into Harry's dangerous universe and struggles to escape. But she can't help but begin to fall. She can't help that he's... beautifully dangerous.

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."

He looked at me, his eyes looking like they were piercing through my soul. I froze in shock and I felt Liam's arms wrap around me and squeeze me against his chest. But it felt like it was happening to another person. Could what he be saying, the truth? Was he just trying not to make me fall in love with Harry? But also if he got drunk the night he met me, of course Harry was probably talking about me. What about on the phone when he was talking to someone in the background. Was he telling Zayn that he was going to win, or he better get a move on or he owes Harry lots of money? Or something like that? But Harry doesn't seem like the one to do this. I heard he was a player, but not a major heart-breaker, crusher person. I just simply couldn't believe what he said. (PART TAKEN OUT OF BOOK) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elena has to take her sister to a One Direction concert for her sister's birthday. That's when everything changes and she's taken through all these twists and turns. What happens when two of the guys fall for her, but one of them did it for a bet? What happens then? With all this stress, do you'll think she'll break and try to escape?

"Ari!" Louis hissed trying to draw me from my state of utter shock and disgust. "I know this is scary but you have to get out of here" he shouted over the ear piercing shrieks coming from the guests as he wiped the fresh blood on his dress pants. I was frozen, completely frozen in a state of pure astonishment. His words barely registered in my head, but I knew he was speaking. "What are you looking-" his words hitched mid question when he followed my gaze to the one who instigated the chaos that is currently buzzing around us. *** Trust, lies, tears, blood and more chaos added to Ariella's already difficult life. She thought it was over- everything was falling in place. The bumps in the road seemed to be less and less as each day passed. Wearing a true smile for once, she held her head high in pride and happiness, in her friends, in her family, in her fiancé. On a day nobody saw coming, a sudden turn of events could change her life once and for all, but, were they ever really safe? **sequel to Through the Dark //Liam Payne fanfic** If you haven't read through the dark I suggest reading that first so this book makes sense :)

[COMPLETED] "I see you've become brave" He chuckles, his eyes dark. "I didn't have a choice," I say without a hint of emotion in my voice. His eyes stay still at me when after a certain point I look away for a moment as the situation was getting too intense. Our silent breathing filled the room as he stood there holding me to the door, his fingers digging deep in my skin. Hard but not enough to hurt. "You have to tell me what goes on in your mind when it comes to me. Why do you keep hurting me?" I look him in the eyes, questioning. He leans in making me doubt what he intended to do as I turn my head looking to my left. His forehead softly touches my temple and rests against it. For some reason, it calmed me down. I stand there not moving a bone, too scared perhaps. Slowly, he takes a few strands of hair tucking it behind my ear. I hear him take a deep breath, and slowly exhale through his mouth parting his lips. His warm breath made my skin moist as he slowly he leans further down to my ear and he touches it softly with his lips sending shivers down my body. "Trust me, you don't wanna know what goes on in my mind when it comes to you." //Grace Evans is the childhood friend of Harry Styles, a member of the world-famous band 'Affinity'. But things go haywire as Grace enters the world of Harry, getting hurt and feeling perplexed by the changed vision. But what caused her to get involved in things she never thought she would and get into a world she absolutely despised? What made her do things against her morals? How does becoming a part of 'Affinity' turn her world upside down? More importantly, will they survive the storm together? Or will one of them have to surrender?// ♡HIGHEST RANKINGS♡ #1 IN NH #1 IN LT #8 IN ZAYN #8 IN CRIME FICTION All rights reserved to @Louisgurl1D STORY CONTENTS: •VIOLENCE •MATURE CONTENT •PHYSICAL ABUSE •SEX •VULGAR LANGUAGE •MENTAL HEALTH •SELF HARM •DRUGS

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.