Fanfiction Harry Styles Novels & Stories

“I did not think the update would make you happy. Did something happen between you and Daisy?” Jaxon smirked, then chuckled quietly. “I caught her reading.” “And? You already know she reads. Too much, actually,” Harry said. Jaxon shook his head. “Yes, but you never told me she reads those kinds of books. I caught her reading Fifty Shades of Grey this afternoon.” Rohan laughed in disbelief. “No way!” “I told her I would be willing to try out a few scenes with her, and she told me she is switching to science fiction now.”

I messaged it to know who the hell she was. “Yeah! I’m so handsome in that. As always.” He sent it with a wink emoji. I rolled my eyes looking at his reply. I texted “The girl beside you is dominating you. You wouldn’t even get noticed beside her.” “What? You must be kidding.” – Harry. “No. I’m not. Who is she? Your girlfriend?” I texted. “Oh Stella! I have a princess as my girlfriend. Why would I go for other girls?” – Harry.

"I'm sure Lily informed you about Maisie's book. She's releasing a comic version, and you're in the running for the illustration gig, alongside Harvey." "Yeah, that's right," Toph confirmed. "But my chances are slim. My previous work mostly leaned toward fantasy, not really in sync with Maisie's novel." "Oh?" Daniel asked, "Does Harvey's style match? What's his style?" Toph was direct. "He's quite a hit in the industry. His style is unique, a bit schizophrenic." Perplexed, Daniel asked, "What do you mean?"

Harry teased. Arianna’s eyes ticked away for a split second, telling Harry everything he needed to know. “You’re not wearing any panties, are you? Such a dirty little girl,” Harry taunted. “Would you like a peek?” Arianna sarcastically asked, hoping to throw Harry off his game. Harry’s eyebrows quirked towards the sky. “My goodness. I should’ve held you at gunpoint sooner,” he chuckled. “Yeah. We all know you have a knack for trying to coax sexual favors out of young women under duress.”

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.

They were small and almost dense, fleeting that would go away like the wind. “It won't spoil the sun, it won't rain.” “Your Dylan O'Brien poster if it rains.” She negotiated the bet. I stopped my walk, looking at her in disbelief. “Not my poster.” He pursed his lips, swallowing an insult in my honor. “What about Harry Styles?” “Done, but…” I shook her hand, pulling her towards me, “if it doesn't rain you'll give me your Strange Things sweatshirt.” He released his hand from the deal, displaying his disagreement.

"I liked it when you said you didn't make love, you fucked, because that's what I want to do to you today, Kath Winston. Fuck you hard, just like in the old days! "Hey, Harry? You've become quite a man! But does your favorite fantasy still fit me?" She asked, considering resuming her use of the secret room and her domination games in style, dressed as a huntress. He would be a wild animal, which only required a pair of patterned underwear, but for it to be perfect, it would need to be overproduced. "I think I wore it for the last time before I got pregnant with Chase, and well, you know I don't have the same body as before, Harry!

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

"But I'm a year older than Warren! I should know." Harry pouted, but soon he began to smile. He put his arm around my shoulder and whistled. "You're looking fashionable, buddy.Rugged and grungy style!" I didn't respond to Harry.Instead, I swallowed the lump in my throat and dared not to look at Blair and Fiora.I removed myself from Harry and walked up to Blair in clothes that barely covered my body. "Sir." Blair looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.I was too embarrassed to speak "It's fine.You can tell me later when you're ready."

I looked at it and had four missed calls from Karen and two texts. I read the texts and they are both wishing me good luck and to be careful not to fall in love with him. I turn on the Wi-Fi signal on my phone and I send her a quick email saying that everything was okay and that I haven’t discussed details with him yet because I find him intimidating. I sent the email and turned my phone into flight mode again. I leave the bathroom and I see Harry with his laptop opened. He was working. I got a hold of a couple of gossip magazines and I started reading them. There were some articles about his family and I read them paying a lot of attention to names and faces. I know a fair bit about his fam