Harry Styles Dark Fanfic Novels & Stories

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

I leaned against the counter, trying to disappear into the music when someone’s shadow blocked the light. “Mia?” I looked up. Dark hair, brown eyes, tall, not as tall as Mr Hales, also broad-shouldered. Miles. The famous it-boy. Every girl in school either wanted him or wanted to be seen with him. He wasn’t unattractive, far from it, but compared to Mr Hale’s sculpted stillness, Miles felt loud. Too easy to read. Because I could tell he wanted me so bad. I rolled my eyes and turned away, pretending I hadn’t heard him.

Because right now I wasn't sure if I could enjoy anything with someone after tasting the dark lord. My fire kindled by my own thoughts, I slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. “Harder!” I whispered, flipping my hair with my free hand to the back to avoid obstruction. “Bite me harder.” I paused for a second to access his expression, his hair was pouring now looking very lush and silky. I then whispered, "Fucking possess me."

| 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. I can feel my lips curling into a smirk as I fall deeper into the abyss of Harley, allowing the strong current to sweep me into the darkness where our love began. It was an instant thing, for me anyway, not so much for her since she had no idea that I was fucking watching her. It was love at first fucking sight, and I couldn’t help but find her wherever she went. I was hooked on her from that very first day

The crazy guy just dressed down Frost like he’s a damn college professor. Frost inclines his head. “Point taken.” Crazy Harry shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and levels his gaze on me. His eyes are a surprisingly pale blue, and they pierce right through me, like he can see inside me. Now that I’m getting a better look at him, he appears a little younger than I guessed at before, though his outfit still makes him look a bit like a California surfer boy gone to seed in his New Mexico retirement.

Laurence took her hair tie and asked her to turn around. Zoey asked, “What are you doing?” Laurence did not answer but quickly gave her a pretty hairstyle. Her soft hair was loosely gathered behind her head, and the bun added a hint of youthfulness to her look. Zoey felt uneasy and asked, “Mr. Scott, can you style girls’ hair?” Laurence found a pretty hairpin and calmly replied, “Yeah, a little bit.” Zoey had no idea he could do this. She had never seen him do Sarah’s hair, and neither did she know when he learned this skill.

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

What a joke! In a split second, he was up and already walking towards the hallway and into the elevator. His hands were in the pocket of his pants and his black slippers strolled nonchalantly according to the steps he took. His hair was a messy undercut slid back and he didn't give a damn. As a matter of fact, he stopped caring about everything a couple of years back. His extra-large twilight fog tank top and pants gave him that nonchalant aura. His grey eyes and his peach color lips made him look like an Arabian arrogant prince. His cream color skin gave him the perfect and complete tone of evenness.

’ Dior met his eyes and insisted, “It’s all for your own good. If you get ill again, your ex…” The moment she noticed his gaze turning colder, she instantly shifted her follow-up, “She’ll be glad! She’ll want to see you suffering for her.” “Don’t worry,” said Harry emotionlessly, “I won’t die yet.” “Alright. Call me if there’s anything, and I’ll come over anytime. If you leave on your own, I’ll…” His eyes darkened. “What?” “Sleep with you!” He was mystified at how arrogantly Dior said that.

But as if she could feel my anger, she was beside me in seconds, and just like before she rubbed my back making me relax instantly. "There, my dark lord you don't have to worry about him too." She whispered and kissed my jaw, then I pulled her in and kissed her hair, just to make sure he knows that she's mine. Yes, I'm marking my territory. "Shani? What the..." the young man was about to ask her when Ranulf decide to get up and made his presence known. It was hard not to be captivated by his majestic dark wings, and I could see that even Rain was having a hard time closing his mouth as he stands there amazed by Ranulf.