Heaven by the Rhine (h.s. / z.m)
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  • Reads 102
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 5m
Ongoing, First published Jan 21, 2018
Life has this weird way of turning your biggest dreams into nightmares and Harry sure was feeling it.

A photographer Harry Styles finds himself entangled with a  gorgeous mute French girl who's being chased around Europe by a mysterious organisation.Styles discovers more about a web of terrorism spread around the world on their race against time to get her to the Interpol to agent Malik and unlock agent Roche's secrets which holds the key to ending a long chain of horror .

A/u this is my first book so it's a little amateur ~ Ahalya (@DreamerForever1638)

A Harry Styles fanfic
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.