SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfec...
Harry Styles é um florista mal humorado que vê o dia cinza todos os dias, LITERALMENTE. Com uma doença que o impede de ver as cores, algo maluco acontece quando sua mais nova funcionária com desastre escrito em sua testa, derruba um vaso em sua cabeça. Após o acidente, todas as coisas continuaram particularmente iguai...
e se acordasses, um dia, e descobrisses que estás casada com a pessoa que mais odeias no mundo? // "casa comigo" "vou para casa contigo?" "não, estúpida. queres casar comigo?" // {h.r.: #1 in ff (31.10.14 ♡) and #3 in humor ♡ hit 1M reads on 20.01.15 ♡ thank you so much, guys!} {começada em 2014 (wow what a th...
Trabalhando para o líder mundial da máfia, Harry sabia como matar, como ferir as suas vítimas e como evitar qualquer outra companhia de outro tipo qualquer. Ele está habituado à um ambiente solitário, quieto e rigoroso. Ele é o melhor naquilo que faz mas, as coisas vão ficar problemáticas quando lhe é atribuída a mi...
"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction
"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...
"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...