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Keeper bởi stylesmania
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Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.
Strings Attached (Harry Styles FanFiction) bởi ElleRoseBooks
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DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...