Dark Harry Styles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Serena groaned as Hadley burst into laughter. "I hope Harry is there." Hadley grinned. Serena rolled her eyes. Harry was the Williams's almost thirty years old son who kept on asking her to go on a date with him. She didn't like him, he was ugly, he had so much hair and wore wide square glasses which he thought were cool. He drove this red car that had to see the mechanic every week. He wasn't her type of guy, he acted older than he already was. "What are you cooking?" Serena asked.

“You’ve no business assuming anything about our relationship.” Harry’s laughter, cold and mirthless, grated on my nerves. “I have no doubt you two are fated mates,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But don’t flatter yourself thinking you’ve got everyone fooled with this charade of yours. I can see right through it.”

Harry. He should have been here by now. Where is he? Why he is so late? Morana felt tired to face this old hag, she wanted to walk out of this room because it was suffocating and she was thirsty and also hungry. As if Morana's mind was well connected to the person she was thinking about, a soft tapping suddenly resounded in the increasingly heated room. "Enter!" Mr. Harry said harshly to the person behind the door. After hearing that, the person behind the door had obtained permission, a woman in blue work clothes and neatly styled hair, came into the room with a red face.

“We will be fine. Be like Derek and focus on the road.” Derek grunted. Great. Another caveman. At least he was a reliable one. “I should text Jake and tell him to clear my search history, just in case I do not make it back alive,” Harry muttered to himself, his hands flying across his keyboard. “Your search history?” Hilda blurted, her face stoic. Harry froze and turned comically slow to look at his mate. “I swear it is not what you are thinking.” Hilda blinked once at him and then turned her head to look outside the window.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

But what happens when his secret is revealed? You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: A Stalker's Truth Brixton pov, 35 While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.

Hester was fast asleep when Harry hacked into her phone, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “What are you writing?” I whispered. He grinned. “An apology.” I watched as he typed a post from her account: "I want to sincerely apologize for the false pictures of Sienna Brooks. I acted out of jealousy and malice, and I deeply regret it. Sienna is a wonderful woman who deserves respect, and I hope people can forgive me for what I did." I snorted. “Too nice.” Harry chuckled. “Alright, how about this?” He tweaked it slightly before hitting Post. Once it was done, I moved out Harry, taking one final glance at Hester with contentment flowing through me and then I and Harry ran out, chuckling in chi

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

Fanky replied and took the shades inside her sack and gave it to Arosh. Arosh went after Harry. "Here" Arosh said momentarily and gave it to Harry. Harry promptly got it and left and got back to his seat. Different understudies took a gander at one another once more and murmured, thinking about what the relationship of Harry and Arosh is. "Truly, would she say she is actually Harry's better half? "Another understudy inquired. "Tssk, perhaps she's simply Harry's schoolmate, another replied.