Dark Flower✿

Dark Flower✿

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Fantasy
Harry Styles is one of the most ruthless rulers in the world that humans would describe as 'fantasy' or 'make believe'. He thought of humans as disgusting worthless creatures. They would touch his flowers. His beautiful, beautiful flowers. And they would wilt. All until one day, some friends who seemed to be normal brought Mirror into the woods. And when she touched the flowers, they bloomed. And turned fluorescent colors. And that's how he knew, all the troubles would be gone. He had his princess. And she was going anywhere, so he marked her. A dark flower placed upon the base of her neck. "Remember you're mine, babygirl. Mine."
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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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