(COMPLETED) "I can't give you much more than this right now." It only takes a small step to transform a love song into a breakup one and nothing has to do with the lyrics. -- Harry and Zara's love story is far from over but finding oneself matters in order to truly give the other what they deserve. Circumstances brought them together but their timing couldn't have been anymore wrong. It's still not right. "Is there ever going to be a good time for us?" -- tryst \ ˈtrīst \ 1 : an agreement (as between lovers) to meet 2 : an appointed meeting or meeting place Mature content ahead, read at your own risk. © 2020 by alltheloveju. All rights reserved.

Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We all immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club, but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on the surface. Not everyone presents themselves as they appear physically, we're all pawns in a bigger game that needs to stay shadowed and hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Cause we all live double lives... right? - I stared up at him, his silence making the ache in my chest even worse but when he reached up I flinched back, tensed up as his thumb gently touched my bottom lip and I felt the wetness of a stranger's blood transfering onto my skin. "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: April 2024 Finished:

[COMPLETE] "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚." The signs are right in front of them, but when will they see? An assassin and his accidental recruit embark on a challenging journey to find an opposing leader who just may have killed people very important to them. Only, when these enemies turned lovers begin to encounter mysterious messages during their time together, it's clear that everything is not what it seems. Now in French as translated by @stylesmood_ __________ Started: Nov 9th, 2023 Finished: Jun 24th, 2024 #1 in harryedwardstyles as of 04/08/24 #12 in harrystyles as of 05/31/24 "This story is so good it deserves more recognition. The plot, the tension, the plot twists, the secrets!!!! Everything is so perfect" -- luvhaylor "This story deserves to be known by millions it's the best thing I've ever read" -- emilysuebitch "Okay I am officially gonna worship u now onwards bc THIS PLOT IS EVERYTHING" -- Meadow616 MATURE & SLOW BURN

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed" for Genevieve and Harry, assigned to be lab partners for an entire year, chemistry won't be confined to the classroom ___________________________________________ WARNING: will contain language, violence, some scenes of underage drinking/drug use, and intense sexual themes. Read at your own risk.

Eight friends enter a competition to see who could last the longest at The Van Pelt Manor. There's only one rule: the last one to survive, is the winner. Ashley Martin believes the place is actually haunted but it can't be, right? It's only a game. That is until, one by one each of her friends start to disappear and are found dead. Cover credits to @legalised

A short story about finding beginnings at the end.

**CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICITE LANGUAGE** Sequel to 'Hurricane' Vol.1 "Do you want to play a dangerous game?" __ "Do you think everything I told you was a lie?" Harry asked pressing his body to mine as I felt my skin burn as his fingers traced up my arm, lightly and teasing. He already had me in the palm of his hand. "I can't trust you anymore..."I whispered. I watched his eyes flash with hurt before it was replaced with anger, his hand curling around my neck squeezing it tightly pulling me forward our noses bumping into each other as he exhaled. I was feeling light headed by his presence, his hands were a drug that made me feel out of touch with reality. "I guess I'll have to show you....how much I meant my words" Harry brushed his lips with mine "Would you let me?" Fuck...me.... I can't promise that'll make good decisions this time, my self preservation and lack of control went out the door as soon as he walked in looking at me with those eyes. . . . . "Tell me you love me even if it's a lie" *** BOOK STARTED JANUARY 8 2022 COMPLETED -TO BE DETERMINED-

"I've been fucked over so many times I don't even want turn to the opposite sex." Lacey Williams hasn't had the luck of finding love yet. She's had many flings with men but never something as a committed relationship. Harry Styles has only been in a few relationships and does not know much about them. He has a filthy mouth and a bad attitude and is your typical man whore. When visiting her friends for the first time in months she did not expect to meet the man of her worst nightmares.. or her dreams? Through the torture both Lacey and Harry put each other in, at the end of the day they still feel the same about one another. As example, the state of euphoria. -Warning mature content-

a deadly storm, an unsolved disappearance, and a small town brimming with secrecy; an outcast girl, a boy who only knows how to hide, and the world against them; what could go wrong?

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.