It all started when I accidentally sent an extremely personal email to my art teacher. CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN previously 《Kinky Mail》 © alterstyles 2021 Do not copy, translate or write an adaptation without having the author's permission.
❝This is wrong Harry,❞ I pant as he rips off my top, exposing my bra. I soon give into him as his arms lock on my waist, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. ❝Be quiet baby, we dont want to wake Louis up.❞ // Absolutely no translations or resposts. No exceptions. :) #1 19/10/16
The complexities of emotions are not to be trifled with, nor taken lightly. To whom do you listen? The perplexing heart which reigns with fire and the desire for no regrets? Or the rational mind which demands self-preservation and what is known?
"H-how do you afford all of this?" I ask as I lightly run my hand down the silk material. I know Ally didn't have the richest family. I know that she was in a very similar situation to what I am in, but now she's living as though she was brought up in the upper East side of New York. She shrugs as she hangs the red...
"Hello everyone. My name is Mr. Styles, and I'm your new Precalculus teacher."
Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.
**PREVIOUSLY TITLED PHONE SEX** 2024 UPDATE - Story is now discontinued. This no longer speaks to me, and if I write another Harry fic one day, it will not be this. -→ -→ -→ I promised myself that I would never go back to the man who broke my heart when I was sixteen, yet here I am. On the opposite line I hear his...
