"Welcome to Hard Liquor. A club mixed with a bit of intellect," Harry whispered on the crook of my neck, fanning the whisk of his warm breath on the most sensitive part of my skin. His sharp smirk gleamed prominently as blood trickled down his cheeks, on the bridge of his nose, and seeped its way into his mouth. I was...
Harry Styles. 23. A cold-blooded killer whose loyalties lie strongly with his father. He will do anything to keep their gang safe, even if that means having to marry the girl he hates the most. Eden Crawford. 19. A strong and innocent face, being the only daughter and woman left in her father's life, means making and...
He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against...