Spitfire (English)

Spitfire (English)

  • WpView
    Reads 438
  • WpVote
    Votes 18
  • WpPart
    Parts 7
WpMetadataReadOngoing29m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 27, 2015
„You know, Trevor was right about one thing." said Harry and I frowned at his words, I didn't like where this is going. Before I could said something, he talked. „I couldn't protect the one human, who i love. I couldn't protect you" he added, anger in his voice was escalating, he was angry to Trevor, but mainly to himself. He blamed himself, that what has happened, it was his fault. However, it wasn't the thing, why i stayed absolutely in shock, unable any move. "God and devil are two sides of the same coin." Charlotte and Harry. Harry and Charlotte. Girl and boy who haven't got anything common, except, that both of them had to mature early and they had to took care about themselves. Their ways cross each other, but such a way, which they couldn't even imagine in dream. Original story about desire, power, danger, love and hatred.
All Rights Reserved
#953
collins
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • RED ROOM [H.S]
  • Crimson Angel {H.S}
  • The Demon Prince: Harry Styles (Gay Imagine AU)
  • Save The World (A One Direction Fan Fiction)
  • 𝑺𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 (𝑨 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆)
  • Afraid to Fall- H.S.
  • Meant For You
  • In love with my bully? 💣 🔞 | Harry Styles AU | ON HOLD
  • Disconnected > styles
  • Oscillation | [H.S]

***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."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines