کار کردن برای مافیا اى که دنیا رو اداره میکنه باعث شده هری بدونه که چطورى بُكشه ، چطورى قربانی هاش رو شکار کنه و چطورى از خرج كردن هرگونه رحم و مروتى خوددارى كنه. اون به محیط تنها، ساکت و خشن عادت داره. اون در کاری که انجام میده بهترینه. ولى وقتی که اون برای حفاظت از دختر رییس در برابر قاتل هاى جهانى انتخاب ميشه ، هر کاری که انجام ميده به مشكل تبديل ميشه. کتلینا تلاش میکنه تا اون رو بفهمه، و در نتیجه شکست میخوره چون به جاش عاشق مردی میشه که به شدت در برابر اون مقاومت ميكنه. (Harry Styles AU) [Persian Translation] Copyright All Rights Reserved ©zeffervescent

زیر دست قاتل هزار چهره و ناشناس تقلا برای زنده ماندن میکرد اشک برای نفس کشیدن و منصرف کردن اون از مرگش میریخت... اما قربانی نمیدونست ک اون تنها کسی نیست در بین دستان او تقلا زنده ماندن کرده! اون هم همانند قربانی های دیگر..... صدای شلیک منظم سه گلوله پیچید.... مثلث خونی با شلیک گلوله ها روی بدن قربانی حک شده بود. یک قربانی دیگر ب چندین قربانی دیگر سایه مرگ اضافه شد...اما این کشتار تا کی ادامه خواهد یافت؟ تا کی همه تک ب تک قربانی او خواهند شد؟ آیا میتواند دختر روانی داستان قربانی ها را نجات دهد؟ یا شاید هم خود یکی از هزار اهداف سایه مرگ برای گلوله هایش است؟!

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

تو نميتوني به رقصيدن با شيطان ادامه بدي و بپرسي چرا هنوز تو جهنمي داكوتا. [ sexual contact ] [ Harry Styles AU ]

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.