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luck for the night - rl. by jetblackrosa
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His hands wrapped around my wrists, eyes dripping with emotion. "I'm so lucky to have met you." I smiled, but doubts tore through my insides. Did I really deserve this? *** A girl who doesn't believe in luck meets a boy who wants to change his luck. It marks the start of impromptu trips through Europe, casual sex, friendships, and with some luck, more than that.
Opulence || H.S by mhmbestie
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opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.
Sinners (h.s) by wxtermelonsugar
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"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."
Crimson Notion by 1d_epression
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[COMPLETED] Esmereld Payne, better known as Emera or Esme, has always been a rebellious young woman. She doesn't take shit from anyone and will put someone in their place that disrespects her. But that may not be ideal when you are kidnapped by the most powerful gang leader in the world. Esme has always known that this world has cruel and ruthless people walking on it everyday. Little did she know that one of them had a pair of enchanting green eyes and a wicked smirk. Will she be able to survive the infamous Harry Styles? ------------------------------ THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGERING SUBJECTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY. SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT VULGAR LANGAUGE VIOLENCE/ABUSE ------------------------------ "Leave me alone." I step up into his face, testing his dominance. It probably isn't the best idea for me to do this, given what has happened last time I decided to defy him. Harry steps closer to me and burns his gaze through my skull, looking into the deepest parts of my soul. He slowly brings his hand up in between us until it meets my neck. He tightens his grip at his finger tips, not hard enough to restrict my breathing. With his large hand now wrapped around my neck, he pulls my body closer to his until our chests meet. With my head tilted up to meet his eyes, I can feel my skin burning up, in contrast to his cold rings. I feel him dip his head down until I feel his hot breath on my ear, making goosebumps rupture all over my body. "I just want to see what that pretty little mouth can do." ------------ #2 in darkharryfanfics ------------ all rights belong to @1d_epression