The people you meet at a tattoo parlor always hold a story. This is Regan and Harry's. Regan thinks she has it all figured out. She just started University in her favourite city, moving there together with her best friend. But when she decides to fulfill one of her biggest dreams - a tattoo - and meets Harry Styles, a man who istantly fascinates Regan, she soon finds her life being turned upside causing her to question everything. Story includes vulgar language, smut and minor drug abuse. DISCLAIMER The Story and all characters are fictive and based entirely on the authors Imagination. Besides their physical appearance they have nothing in common with the celebreties who display them. The Story was written by me and it was all my idea, so please do not copy my story or claim it to be yours. Any similarities to other fanfiction is completely coincidental. If you'd like to translate this Story, please message me about it first.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror