Ever Since New York

Ever Since New York

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Lillian Blake was a high school English teacher and writer. Most of her books don't do very well, except for one, "A Mothers Love" which a lot of people really seems to enjoy. It's a nonfiction book she wrote about her childhood, and what it's like growing up with a single mom. Lillian is often very quiet, but something changes in her, and she has to learn how to survive. Harry Styles was a cold man who often stroke fear in his students, he has been teaching at his high school for five years and had a room right across the hall from an empty classroom that was used for storage, until one day he notices that it was completely empty, and he knew that a new teacher was going to be moving into that room. Just one more person to be afraid of him, or maybe not.
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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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