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When Emma returns to England after her mother's death, she's not just mourning-she's parenting her teenage brother, fighting off a contested divorce, and falling for the one man she definitely shouldn't want: her late father's best friend. TW: cheating, suicide, substance use, sex slowburn

Warning: This book contains mature content. (18+) ___________ It all started when Neev met her best friend's brother, a man who left an impression she couldn't forget, even after four years. Then, at her best friend's engagement, she sees him again.......only he's different now. Distant. Mysterious. And it's not just him-there's something strange about the people in her friend's village, as if they're hiding a secret. Now that she had met the man again, whose name she still didn't know, her buried curiosity began to surface again. But when she went to her best friend's wedding, her world shattered. A single moment. A wrong turn. And suddenly, she was part of a world she was never meant to know. And now, there's no turning back. This is their story. A story where desire and destiny conflate, His fervent heart seeks his destined mate, Because.... "He was bound by obsession, she was bound by fate." __________ Please read the trigger warning in the Author's note before continuing.

*[EDITING]* When Harry was twenty two, if a dangerously overconfident, time-hopping doppelgänger had pulled up in a freaky, rubber balaclava ('listen, mate' - hand on the shoulder and everything, like the reenactment of a cliché, time-honored rite of passage), and told him that in the very near future, his Friday nights would be indefinitely spent wearing a Greek moniker in the form of a fetishized allusion, that he'd be garbed by a latex mask to protect the sacred, fragile veil of secrecy- Well. He'd probably get a head start for padded walls and a straight jacket. Consider he was doing himself a favor with that one. But if he were told the same thing at twenty three, he'd probably choose to overlook the minor detail of reality imploding and sit back in his armchair, swirling his whiskey with excitement. Twenty three was an eventful year. He'd started casually enjoying whiskey after a long workday (honestly, a palate milestone in and of itself) and became enlightened on the fine art of tactically-applied suffering (and with it, gained a whole new appreciation for high-quality restraints). Because sometimes, a well-placed bruise and bliss just happened to go hand-in-hand. - OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, an exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two evident sides to the same coin.

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

When tragedy strikes and Harry's world destroyed in a single night he finds himself in a downward spiral of substance abuse. After years of struggling, his family finally convinces him to seek help. While on his road to recovery he meets Imogen, his new psychologist who has a painful past herself. A friendship is forged in pain and understanding as Imogen helps Harry pull his life together. Little do they know that their fates are twined together What Harry thought he had lost so long ago is in Imogen's possession and as evergreen as can be. This story is set in an alternative universe. It is FICTIONAL, characters based off actual people but still fictional. ⚠️-WARNING-⚠️ This story will contain foul language as well as mature content. Not advised for under 16.

UNDER EDITING. warning: i wrote this book when i was twelve years old. there are grammar errors along with a confusing plot and cringe all over the place. i'm sorry for the mess of this series. if you wish to continue, i wish you the best of luck. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 2016 FUCKERINGS

"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul "I don't care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell", she said maintaining the eye contact "Your angel eyes see the good in a devil 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳", he strolled towards her with long steps "And the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil", she titled her head sideways when he grabbed her neck harshly yet carefully not to hurt her but "You are fucking impetuous and daring, a little too bold and way too fucking fearless. You are my sickening Temptation, in my veins like a pretty poison", he didn't even waited for her to reply shutting her off by smashing his lips on hers devouring her like a secret or a sin. He had this look in his eyes how he owns her how she belongs to him. But for her he can he can kill and get killed would burn down the world for her but not let a single flame touch her. She hold the power to make the Lord of Darkness kneel before her. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲--- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. || Mature and Triggering content || Read at your own discretion.

Some secrets are better left untouched. Some stories are better left untold. But what will happen when they start to unravel only to cause more pain than gain? Harry's the new kid at school and he's assigned to you to show him around. Already from the start you sense that he is different from the others. He keeps a secret buried deep inside him that haunts him every day. He's an artist, a poet, a jock; a mix of everything. Protecting you from your ex, Harry is torn in confrontation by his past. Fighting for the truth, you see past the dimples and emerald eyes. Is love strong enough to keep a heart going? "So what's it going to be? Choose wisely Styles."

SEQUEL TO INSATIABLE. in·iq·ui·ty noun immoral or grossly unfair behavior. To say that Aurora is struggling would be an understatement- truthfully, she's barely getting by. Merely a shell of a woman who has lost herself in the path of one man's destruction. A life without Harry and the heartache that followed was something she never could have imagined. But what happens when the man who once had her heart, and ultimately destroyed it, makes his return? Will Rori and Harry ever be able to mend their broken hearts? Will their lives ever be the same? ... or in the end will they have to overcome obstacles of the past, present and future to be able to face their own acts of iniquity? ••• His eyes narrowed at me, "So what does that mean then?" "Does it have to mean anything?" I quickly countered. Harry's head tilted to the side, his eyes watching my face as his hand slowly raised up between us. "Tell me that it didn't." He spoke, his voice lower now. His hand inched towards me until finally the back of his fingers were brushing softly across my cheek. "Tell me you don't miss this feeling." I couldn't help as my eyes fluttered closed, "What feeling?" "You know what I'm talking about, Rori... I feel it too." ••• STARTED: May 8, 2023 ••• HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🥇harrystyles 🥇darkharrystyles 🥇harrystylesau 🥉llh

18+ MATURE CONTENT "Its's PR baby, I'm putting on a show." ++++ Harry Styles and Spencer West have never gotten along. Spencer's too much of a perfectionist, Harry says. Harry's such a womaniser, Spencer says. The two of them have been working together on a film for the past month but when photos of two of the biggest stars in the world go viral at a friends engagement party, the pair are coerced into a PR relationship that will just about change the course of who they are. As they say... All is fair in love and PR.