weapons † hs [two]

weapons † hs [two]

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"What happened to not cutting your hair because I liked it long?" Is the first thing that comes out of my mouth, but I just go with it. Standing still, I watch my words gage a reaction out of him, his back in front of me tensing up a bit at the sound of my American accent that he hasn't heard in way too long; it probably sounds just as foreign to him as his accent does to mine. His hands stop whatever he was doing and rest on the table, his head tilting down even further, shaking side to side. "Well, when you're on the run, love, things change," Harry's slow voice fills the hole in my heart that has lingered over the past three months, saying the words as he turns around slowly and greets me with the beautiful pair of his smirk and dimples I missed so much. Finally. - ♕ - The sequel of the Weapons series. [Read the first book before you start this one!] Harry Styles, a serial killer known widely in America, has escaped prison and fled. This dilemma of the love of her life becoming a fugitive causes FBI Agent Caroline Forbes to not only deal with the guilt of committing a crime herself by still loving him - something no one knows about - but also the gruesome task dispatched to her of flying all the way to Europe to recapture him. [COMPLETED MARCH 2018]
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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