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Duplicity [h.s] by happydays1d
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"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!
Stall  by MysteryMixtapes
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*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019
Kiwi // H.S. // A.U. by Hitterj
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18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.
Cherry- H.S by fuxkingharrry
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Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*
Baby Doll (Harry Styles) by Wonderwall123
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In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014
Afterlife // hs by godlovesfood
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Seni kuvvetle çeken bir şeyden uzaklaşmaya çalışırsan, etrafında dönmeye başlarsın.
hotel room | harry styles by weekndsupremacy
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"O güzel ağzından bu otel odasında gördüklerinle ilgili tek bir şey çıkarsa, seni affetmem," Kıyafetimin üzerine iliştirilmiş yaka kartıma baktı ve, "Adele." diye tamamladı. Yüzüme doğru eğildi. "Beni anladın mı?" Yeşil gözlerine baktım titreyen ellerimi yumruk yaparken. "Anladım." Sesimin çıktığından bile emin değildim. "Güzel.. Şimdi, odadan çık ve patronunun odasında beni bekle. Seninle işim daha bitmedi." [Hikaye aşırı derecede cinsellik ve şiddet içerikli davranışlar içermektedir. Eğer okuyup saçma sapan yorumlar yapacak veya şikayet edecekseniz hiç girmemenizi öneririm.] --- #1, #1d #1, #styles #1, #harry
Frat Boy [Türkçe Çeviri] // h.s by lipspresstomyneckxx
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' Sen gelmeden önce tek umursadığım eğlenmekti..'
'Till We Surrender by Elifeyza
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“Birincisi-” “Harika, bir de maddelemiş.” gözlerimi devirdim. Beni önemsemeden, devam etti. “Birincisi, kimse bilmeyecek.” “Hah, ben de insanlara piçin tekiyle düzüştüğümü anlatmak için ölüyordum.” Sen bilirsin, der gibi omuz silkti. “İkincisi, duygusal hiçbir şey istemiyorum,” yüzünü buruşturmuştu. “Onlar olmayacak, tamam mı? El ele tutuşmam, asla dudaktan öpüşmem. Şu ağlama şeyleri beni her zaman hasta eder, bu arada.” şüpheyle yüzüme baktı. “Bir de bana aşık olmazsan, sevinirim.”