Forced to be His

She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, an...

Obsessed { H.S. AU.}

They call it an obsession. I call it love. What's the difference anyways? -Harry Styles

Always Watching

You might be alive now, but just wait until you break his illusion. **This story contains: sexual content, age difference, mental and physical abuse, violence and explicit langue. Do not read, if you're not comfortable!**