The Hell Angels

The Hell Angels

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Well, who doesn't like a story where the curly-haired man named Harry Styles is the devil in flash and bones and he falls for someone he had never expected to? The Chicago streets are unpredictable and dangerous, known as the city of the Hell Angels. They are immortal - siblings who had lived for more than 500 years and still, but like always, the youngest one is the worst of them all. He is known by everyone as the devil in flash and bones, the immortal man who have killed tones of people because of his lunatic temperament. He is doing the rules, and one of them is that noone is allowed to cross the border between Chicago and Naperville, where is the place for very dirty things. But what happens when a smart, beautiful and kind girl cross the border without even knowing about the most powerful and feared man of all the time? Cover by @Methelittlecreepy
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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