Seeing through you (Harry Styles)
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احيانا يتوجب عليك ان تنسى آلمك في الحياة وتزهر حياة شخص تحبه
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𝘈 𝘋𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 Fanfic (𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯) 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣? 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨. "𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙨". A fanfic of the fanfic "Duplicity" by happydays1d !TW!
Stockholm Syndrome//H.S
As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Harry Styles Short Stories
A collection of my short stories/oneshots/blurbs originally published on my tumblr. The fics are being reuploaded after a user unrightfully reported the book after they stole my writing and posted it as their own. I will report any and all profiles/books that contain my work with no warning. Specific warnings are included at the beginning of every piece!
CAPTURED BY HIM (Book I: Captured series)
UPDATE!! BOOK II: BOUND TO HIM IS NOW AVAILABLE!! NEW CHAPTER POSTED EVERY THURSDAY!!! *** It was supposed to be a simple trade off with her father but only it wasn't so simple. Not when they both were attracted to each other on levels they didn't understand. *** "What were you thinking was going to happen tonight?" I question, trying hard to conceal the surge of surprise she's brought on to me. She leans in closer to my face, her voice a seductive whisper "A one night stand". What the fuck? Is she trying to play some kind of a game with me? Because it's working, she keeps surprising me and I couldn't hate her more right now. My hand reaches out to grab her face, my cool skin feels uncomfortable over her warm cheeks. She leans into my touch, green eyes fixed on mine. "As much as I'd like to do that, I have an agenda for tonight" I pull my hand back unwillingly. "What agenda?" She looks at me as if I have grown another head. "I'm going to be honest here, I'm not taking you to have sex with you. This is a kidnapping" *** WARNING! CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SEX SCENES, VIOLENCE! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Easy Habit {h.s.}
"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩.. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩." "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺?" "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶." "𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵." Not completed/ will not be finishing <3 slight miss spellings throughout the fic! --- © All Rights ReservedAbgeschlossene Geschichte
Love by chance
A Harry Styles fanficAbgeschlossene Geschichte
His Possession
His Possession. Mafia Romance. Dark Romance. Enemies To Lovers. "Let me go!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I just barely managed to suppress earlier is now clawing its way back up to the surface, rearing its ugly head once again, and hits ten times harder than before. The sensation is literally paralyzing. The feeling totally bypassing 'fight' or 'flee' and going straight to freeze. I feel like yacking up all that greasy food I had eaten during my shift at the diner. But I swallow the urge to do so and grit my teeth. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to yack all over this pretentious douche. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. Before I could even finish forming a coherent thought, the car swerved hard to the side of the road and comes to a sudden stop, sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collides with the smooth leather of the dashboard. I hear him rustling around, but can't see much due to the black spots in my vision. You know, from literally eating the dash. I hear the sound of something popping open and then liquid being poured. "Tell me kitten," I hear him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckles as he reaches across the console to press a rag to my face. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss: Luca Adorno. NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Release Me
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
𝘈 𝘋𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 Fanfic (𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯) 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣? 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨. "𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙨". A fanfic of the fanfic "Duplicity" by happydays1d !TW!
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