The Strand // h.s
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"And by the way, love," He said in a low voice, his lips ghosting over my ear. "My name is Harry. Not Harold."
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Elliana thought her family moved away for her father's work. She thought her parents were happy. But what she didn't think was that she, without a reason, had moved into The Strand; the neighbourhood where registered sex offenders are sent to live.
People at school seem to know who she is and where she lives before she even arrives.
And her next door neighbour seems unable to stay away.
** WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ACTS OF VIOLENCE, IMPLIED RAPE, EXTREME LANGUAGE, AND MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. **
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