Mature | 18+ ❝𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.❞ a harry styles one shots book. read at your own risk.

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

"Once a week." "Once a week?" "We fuck once a week, every week" // A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous, and irresistable. A tumblr originating series that follows two neighbours who end up in a sexual relationship. ━━━━━ ♡ ━━━━━━━ ♡ ━━━━━━ Warnings: recreational drug use and strong sexual themes with bdsm. It is an agegap romance, if you don't like it don't read it. MC is 22 and H is 38/39 Note: This is a tumblr originating series so it jumps straight into smut and plot is developed as the chapters go on. It also has an unnamed character so y/n will be used throughout.

MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT "Have you ever held a heart with your bare hand? No gloves, just sensing the blood dripping through your fingers, feeling the dark, dead muscle barely pulsing against your skin?" "N-no..." "Then stop telling me how to do my job, sweetheart." ---

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

Give me a glimpse of your soul, bodies I have seen, one too many. © Cover by me