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[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers "I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." I positioned my hands to the left and right of her head against the fridge, thus not giving her a chance to leave, but I know she didn't even want to, she's too curious. "I hate you too." she whispered back without hesitation and her hot breath hit my face. "I hate you so much it already hurts." **** Ashley Scott works at a special and top secret part of the CIA. Her task is to neutralize the most dangerous people in the world. It is unnecessary to mention how good she is at her job because her success speaks for itself. The people on the CIA's red list are the most wanted criminals. Every intelligence agency in the world is looking for them. And Harry Styles is one of the names on the list. He and his notorious gang 'Falling' are known for disappearing without a trace and suddenly reappearing. However, this always has consequences that lead to innocent people having to pay with their lives. Is it possible to kill a famous gang leader? And what is the worst thing that can happen when two people meet who hate each other's guts? Especially when they have to work together against their will to survive and to unravel a mystery.... **** ⚠️Warning⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGARE LANGUAGE, KINKS, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE AND INTENSE VIOLENCE /// Read at your own risk #2 in harrystylesfanfic #7 in harrystyles #1 in niallhoran #1 in zaynmalik {started: December 25, 2020 ; finished: November 30, 2021}

[BOOK 2 OF PULSE, ONGOING] They made it out, but now they're on the run, caught in a dangerous game with no allies and no clear path forward. Fighting to regain their freedom, they face a growing web of secrets, betrayals, and deceptions that threatens the one thing they thought they would always have: each other. -- "Ever wonder what drives you to act on impulse?" I look up and see him standing behind me. Our gazes lock through the mirror, and a chill runs up my spine. His eyes are dark, filled with a dangerous intensity that makes my heart race. "Every decision you make in the heat of the moment," he says, his voice a seductive whisper, "reveals something deeper." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, suicide, addiction, self harm, torture, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

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 :)

They wanted me forever. They told me I would be okay. I was only trying to scare them. "Hello Love." Harry started. "Do you know what happens when you scare One Direcion." Zayn finish for him. "No, But I not planning on finding out, Bye." I said quickly turning and walking a way. I felt someone grabbed my arm and look at me. I looked stright into his eyes. "Gosh your Beautiful." I looked up to see Zayn. "Harry, Help me with her she might squirm." "Wait, what, No let me go." I said as I managed to get out of his grip. I ran down the street until I tripped and hit my head hard against the pavement. But how many time do they pretend she is ok when she is worse then they think. Kidnapping Story!:) ............................................................... Banner by JiminsJxms Hurt by Strangers © 2013 by JiminsJxms All Rights Reserved.

[COMPLETED] I let out a sob and ran up to him, slamming my fists on his chest. "Why did you do it!? I'm sorry just please explain!" He held me close to him until I stopped thrashing about and just cried silently into his chest. "Shh Please stop crying. It hurts to see you in this much pain." He soothed. "Then why Harry, why?" I said with every once of pain emanating from me. "I loved you and you left me. I loved you so much. My judgement was cloudy from the hurt inside my chest. It was a very dumb decision." "You are acting like its no fucking big deal! Your dead! You're gone from all of us! The boys are hurting so much! It was selfish what you did, but it was even more selfish what I did." "Please don't blame yourself. It was my fault, not yours." "Harry its all my fault. You wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me." He grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes. "Now listen to me. I shouldn't have expected you to stay with me when the fans first started harassing you. I should have let you leave but I was being selfish keeping you with me. I just couldn't lose you. But once again I was selfish and left all of you. I'm so sorry." He looked down, a single tear slid down his face. I put my hand up to his face and wiped his tear away with my thumb. "Harry I missed you but now I'm here with you and there are no fans. We can be together now and we don't have to worry about anything." I said barely above a whisper. He looked up into my eyes and pecked my lips, leaving a tingling sensation from where his lips touched. "I wouldn't let that happen." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴛ © Wanderless, Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

In 2012, Louis Tomlinson was just twenty years old, he had an amazing step father, a wonderful mother, great siblings, but his boyfriend...he was involved in some deep shit with his cousin. Only way to pay him was to string along Louis in both physical and emotional pain. Harry was seventeen, experimenting freely with all the men he could find. Once he met a certain red head boy at a New Years eve party in Doncaster, he really hit it off. Now, three years later, both boys have changed dramatically. Harry losing his mother, gaining a great paying job, losing his ginger boyfriend, finding his twin brother again. He was going through the normal stuff. Louis on the other hand, nightmares, moving, money, shame, scars, mother in a coma. These two find themselves in London being slightly curious with the other. But they didn't realize that they both had one friend or ex friend in common, and they were about to get in some even deeper shit than back in 2012. It's their past escaping's coming back. (C) All Right Reserved 2015 -Nessie82693 **Please be advised that I was very young and still in literature classes when I wrote this lol

* Book 1 * "Harry" I said as I ran as fast as I could desperate, excited and overwhelmed. I found him, I actually found him. I picked up my dress a little so I could run, the tears starting gently down my cheek as I start to cry, becoming overwhelmed. I've missed him so much it hurt, but the pain had vanished now that I've seen him. Harry started to run normally towards me like he was desperate to get to me. But as we reach each other, we push our lips onto each others in desperation and need, wrapping my arms around his neck not wanting to let go. Our hips pressed together to connect our whole bodies as we took in the embrace. "You're alive" He said tearing away from me, looking me up and down as if he was checking to see if I was okay or If I was even real. I could hear in his voice of how scared he was of losing me, giving me pecks with his tears dropping down his face, his words in between soft kisses. I blushed as his cold touch felt like electricity on my skin. "You're here. I don't understand. How are you here?" He continued resting our foreheads together as our gaze was focused on each others gaze. My hands found his cheeks as I took a stolen kiss. "I've missed you so much" I mention exhaling as if I had been holding it in since I left him. The rain was hitting us hard but we were so stuck in the moment, it didn't affect our moment in the slightest. *** One witch, one vampire. Two different astral planes and a forbidden love. Ellie Dunson, a witch who has been put in an astral plane to keep her from her true love is stuck in a continuous crazy family circle with her fate already planned out. Harry Styles, a vampire who thinks his one true love has died with her family but is determined to find out what happened to her knows he was never allowed to be a part of her plan. They both know that the other is alive but to find them is the true question. How long can you hold onto a love that is too hard to find?

"Why?" He reaffirms, "Because I'm fucking crazy about you. The sole purpose of my existence is because of you. Every beat of my heart, every breath, every thought, it's all because of you, sweetheart. You have an authority over me that no other fucking person has. You own me, Wren." He continues, his voice unadulterated and a menacing undertone is undisguised. His eyes that are piercing are now filled with a monstrous intensity that could rival Satan himself. "No one else will. No one else could. You think I got this because it's some impulsive and romantic gesture? Fuck no." He snaps, locking his fingers around my wrist in a tight grip, keeping my palm binded to his inked skin. "I did it because you need to know and feel that nothing in this fucked-up world, or any other, is ever going to take me away from you and contrariwise." ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Wren Astor. London's top forensic psychologist - brilliant, composed, and carrying a mountain of tumultuous baggage. She battles ghosts from her past and the gnawing voice in the back of her mind. Her façade is flawless, impenetrable, and built to last. Harry Styles. A man with a moral compass that barely flickers. He has lived his whole life submerged in violence and blood - and he has no intention of coming up for air. That's where he thrives. His obsession with Wren began the moment she tried to lock him away in a prison cell, hoping he'd rot - that his pitch-black soul would wither and beg for mercy. But Harry has other plans for Wren... Please note that is completely fictitious and the real-life figures have absolutely no correspondence to the characters in the story. Viewer's discretion is highly advised. This story deals with extremely sensitive and dark topics that SHOULD NOT be brushed off as lightly. Please take care of yourself and always seek help if necessary.

"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.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

"I hate you." Was all I could manage to say, given the fact that I was battling my emotions. I just lost all four of my brothers, and I'm being taken by our most greatest rival. We've been enemies for centuries. Our gangs have never gotten along because we always treat each other with disrespect and steal each other's junk. Not to mention we go into each other's territory and rob what could of been theirs. There's no doubt in my mind I will be treated horribly while I'm in the arms of my enemies. They won't show any mercy and they will be very abusive when needed. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they beat me up because they were bored. "Well guess what? We hate you too." Harry commented before he slammed the door shut and made his way to the passenger seat. "I'd say get comfortable and enjoy the ride since it's gonna be long. But since you're the f***ing enemy, have fun living in hell for the rest of your life darling. Your life is in my hands now." Harry grinned evilly as I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat.

Harry's hand came up slowly, his knuckles brushing her jawline with an infuriatingly gentle touch that sent shivers racing down her spine. "You know this can't be undone," he murmured, his voice rough, almost a growl. It wasn't a question; it was a warning, his way of giving her one last chance to walk away from the edge. Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to keep her composure. "I know," she whispered, her voice steady despite the chaos erupting inside her. "I don't care anymore." //When Amara Reed, the daughter of a feared mafia leader dares to walk away from the family empire, she finds herself caught in a web of betrayal, power, and secrets she can't outrun. Her defiance puts a target on her back, but nothing prepares her for Harry-her captor, her interrogator, and the wild card in a game she doesn't fully understand. With piercing green eyes, tattoos that tell stories he'll never share, and a devil-may-care smirk, he's both infuriatingly cocky and dangerously unpredictable. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more complicated as their sharp banter and electric tension reveal cracks in their carefully constructed walls. She's determined not to break. He's determined to uncover every secret she's hiding. But as their worlds collide, the line between captor and captive blurs, leaving them both questioning who's really in control-and what it will cost them when the truth finally comes out. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and betrayal, how do you escape the chains of the past when the person holding the key might be the one who could destroy you?

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

"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...

"What's your favourite word?" I ask quickly, hoping to ease the tension building between us-though I think I'm the only one who feels it. He pauses for a moment, his gaze focused on his thumb still gently tracing circles on my hand. Without looking back up at me, he responds, his voice soft, barely above a whisper: "You." // Clover has always dreamed of a fresh start, so when she moves to Seattle with her best friend, Maycen, for university, she's excited for the adventure ahead. It's there that she meets Harry, a charming, enigmatic man who quickly captivates her heart. When Clover stumbles upon a terrifying secret, it uncovers a shocking truth that threatens everything she thought she knew about the people she loves. Clover finds herself trapped in a dangerous game with no way out. Crimson Angel is a dark, suspenseful tale of friendship, love, and deception, where nothing is as it seems, and the people closest to you might be the ones who will bring you the most harm. (Dark/Mature Content/Harry Styles Fan Fiction/LHH)

[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

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

"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

Sometimes in life we stumble upon someone by accident who opens up an entirely different world that we never knew could exist. They change us, make us better and ensure that no matter what happens we can never go back to being the same person we were before them. They set your heart on fire and make you feel like the cracks in your soul were somehow made for them to fill, as if they are a part of you that you never realized was missing. Can love really heal all? Or will they both be destroyed by the things that broke them in the first place? Harry and Hannah are in for the fight of their lives, the ultimate battle between a broken heart and a dark past. "You once asked me who saves me and I didn't have an answer. Well, I did, but I was too chicken shit to say it. It's you. You save me. You are my light. When I look into your eyes, it's like it shines on the darkest parts of my soul and I suddenly feel like maybe things aren't so bad, like maybe I deserve better. But sometimes when I look at you, I see that same darkness dimming your light, like I do the opposite to you that you do to me. Out all of the shitty things I've done in my life, I hate myself for that the most." ***Absolutely NO translating or reposting of this story. NO EXCEPTIONS.