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“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone. KNOCKOUT IS OUT NOW!!!

*Caution* SEXUAL CONTENT "So what do you need help with?" Harry asks. "I was lying I don't have homework just leave now." I demand. "No. And if you don't have homework.. Why don't I help you turn that groan of yours into a moan." He says and then comes close and whispers into my ear, "But remember you got to keep it down.. You parents will hear." "You are so rude." I say stepping away from him. "Oh am I?" He asks. "Yes you are. Leave my room. I don't feel comfortable with you in here." I tell him. He steps closer and closer to me as I step back. I reach the wall and look him dead in the eyes. "Well.. Babe.. You can't make me leave." He says. "Don't call me babe." I say. "Sorry babe." He smirks. I just give him the death glare. He leans in and I immediately know what he is doing. "Get away from me!" I say putting my hand on his lips pushing his head away from me. He chuckles, "Now now babe." "Don't now now babe me." I sass him. "Being sassy are we?" He asks. "Yes. I am." I say. "Well.. I suppose we will continue this later.. I would rather make you wet when your not sassing me." He says smirking. "Your not making me wet!" I say to him. "Well babe.. When I kiss you so rough and nibble on your sweet spot to make you moan my name. And when I feel you up and massage your boobs.. I guarantee you'll be wet. And after my first thrust of me going into you.. You will orgasm. If not I will go harder and rougher till you scream my name and have the biggest orgasm you'll ever experience." He whispers into my ear. That sent shivers right down my body. Ok maybe I'm a little wet now.

His attentive gaze lingered on my trembling presence for more than I would have thought possible. Our eyes were locked without a slight awareness of our surroundings. We were under each others spell, the tingling sensation followed by his body moving towards mine only enticed the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. His hand made contact with my cheek and all thoughts and self control was lost on my part. My body in his full and lustful possession. He was to do and care for me how which way he wanted. And I was too fall at his dismay If need be. I was his slave, the woman he'd call upon for his disheveled desire and I'd comply without as much as a breath of reply. Another surge of electricity elated my vulnerably limp body. If not for his grasp I'd have my knees buckle from beneath me. "You are mine." His commanding tone demanded with such stern possession. His grip tightening around my hips to lowering hands above my butt. Trembling breaths were exchanged, as well as eager touches. I found myself in complete euphoria in this mans arms. And I was too soon discover said man was of no angelic figure as I'd been deemed to convince myself. Carter was shy and undetermined to be noticed by the cliche popular girls and -the almost figured religious to girls- bad boys. She could never have imagined the thought of finding herself moving to a new university where these things are just what she finds impossible to avoid. But she's kept her own secrets hidden. A fatal past with locked up and secured emotional distress she's bottled up ever since she could remember. So if she meets someone who has darker secrets and a dangerous past, what will she do? Run and hide? Or stay and play? ||WARNING: SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR AGES BELOW 15 PLEASE||

* * * * * * COMPLETED * * * * * * We laid together in silence, Harry running his fingers through my hair, me tracing the ink scattering his chest and abdomen. I could lay here forever... At least until my mind starts running wild. "What is this to you Harry?" I whisper, afraid to ask. I don't know where that came from, but I need to know. "What do you mean?" "I don't know... I just, I don't want to be another one of your girls. And I know whatever's going on between us is more than that, but... I don't know." I sigh. "It's only you, baby." Harry kisses my forehead. "I only want you, and it better be the same damn way for you. There's no way I'm sharing you." I smile to myself. That's what I needed to hear. "There isn't, it's only you for me too." ** © 2014 by angellwt_. All rights reserved. (WARNING: MATURE STORY) ***COMPLETED***

I looked up at him, unsure of what just happened. I saw the blood glistening off of his gold H ring as he pushed my hair out of my face, scanning my eyes, making sure I was okay. "You should go back inside and find your friends. Go home and lock your doors." He said as he turned to walk away. "Wait!" I said weakly. He reached the end of the ally and turned around. "I don't even know your name." He paused, his eyes locking on mine before simply saying, "I'm Harry." then turning back around and disappearing into the night. WARNING: This book contains mature and adult themes, like violence, drug use, sexual assault, and other possibly triggering topics. Read at your own risk. - My twitter is @chlox1d, make sure you follow to stay updated! Happy reading :)

I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

As he stepped through the threshold of the door, the light illuminated his golden skin. He must have been at least six feet tall. There was a frown plastered across his face. His brown hair fell effortlessly into sloppy yet perfect curls. His eyes were a piercing shade of green and bore into her like he could see through her clothes, or even through her skin. Eget looked him up and down. He wore trousers and a button up - all black. His button up shirt had the first two buttons undone displaying twin sparrow tattoos that decorated his already perfect skin. The only semblance of color, if you could call it that, that broke up the black outfit was a glimmering silver cross that dangled on a chain hanging between the birds. He fingered a gun attached to his belt, and his chelsea boots squeaked on the wooden floor of the room Eget waited in. "Hello, darling," the man said slowly in a deep raspy voice with a thick accent. "You've gotten us into quite a mess." _______________________________________________________________________________ A sacrifice for a friend. A debt to be paid. When Eget Cohen's life gets turned upside down, she never expected to fall for the man behind it. //TW: sexual content, illegal activities, lots of weird names//

How can I, Emma Parker, possibly fall into the arms of my best friend, Harry Styles, if I can't even tell him the most crucial and defining parts of my past? Lina, my other best friend seems to think that he and I are meant to be together. Could she be right? I just want an escape, from the nightmares, from the memories, from the fear and if anyone can help me it would be him. But I'm scared. I know it's all Harry wants, to be there for me and I know he's the key to my serenity if only I can muster up the courage to let him in. |"Emma?" Someone said tapping me on the shoulder and derailing my train of thought. Weird, how did he know my name, I hadn't even talked to anyone yet, I barely spoke to the women giving out the welcome portfolios. Who on Gods green planet could know me here? It couldn't be Lina, she was most definitely still flirting with the boy at the desk and at any rate it was a man standing behind me. Turning around and taking my first look at him there was something familiar about him. It was the boy Lina had hand picked for me to date just a few moments before. Maybe it was meant to be I internally laughed at myself, fat chance. But there was something else about the tall boy with soft brown curls shaping his face, defined cheekbones, and piercing green eyes staring down at me. He had to be more than a random boy from across the room but what was it? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Those eyes had haunted me for years. Green globes that I hadn't seen in what, nine years? It couldn't be could it? Was it really him. "Harry?" | *** (This is my first time doing this so bear with me. Thanks! All the love, C) Harry Styles AU // This story has nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. // This is fiction. Thoughts and feelings of characters don't represent mine or others. Please remember that. // Includes mature scenes without warning. // All Rights Reserved ©ccalianese 2016

{Dark Harry Styles fanfic} My breathing stops, I tilt my head looking at him with total distraught. I see his tall dark frame walking towards me and immediately I start to shake. "You look scared peach." He murmurs at me as he presses me against the wall, smirking slightly. I eye him up and down breathing a little heavy, unable to speak. "Lost for words?" He says slowly leaning closer, only centimeters away from my face. "I can help with that." ///// Riley Moore - a sweet 19 year old girl ,who's originally from Georgia, moved to Edmond, Alabama for arts college with her best friend Cara Hilton. Little did she know what would happen only her first semester in. \\\\\ - RANKINGS (so far)- *** #1- DarkHarryStyles

"What's a sweet woman like you doing here all by herself?" His voice is low and raspy, it's hot. He reaches down and tucks a strand of my hair behind my left ear, waiting for my reply. "I'm not sweet. Go back to your table." I tell him firmly. A glimmer of shock passes over his eyes, it's probably the first time he's been rejected. "Playing hard to get, I like it. I don't follow instructions though." he tilts his head as he speaks. "You're a tough shell to crack, I don't know how to read you." "Maybe that's because I don't want you to read me, maybe my pages are better off hidden." I respond, keeping him on his toes and being completely honest. // Maddison Levine and Harry Styles met one night at a grungy bar, she knows he's too pure for her. She turns him down using every last piece of self restraint she has, she can't have him. But Harry doesn't play by the rules, he knows what he wants and he'll get her at any costs; only he doesn't realise how exactly how much she will cost...