The Castle (h.s ghost) (c.s )

The Castle (h.s ghost) (c.s )

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~No matter how dark the night, the Sun always rises~ Year 1105 "You don't want to do this" He pleaded. She chuckled "oh but I really do" He backed away until his legs hit the edge of the balcony. She held the tip of the sword against his chest. "Any last words?" She whispered. He opened his mouth only to close it again. "I guess not" She grabs his shoulders and pushes him off the balcony. Her laughter is the last thing he hears until his world goes black. ------------------------------ Copyright ©2014 All Rights Reserved
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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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