Twisted Minds [h.s]
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  • Parts 68
  • Time 7h 45m
  • Reads 100,440
  • Votes 2,145
  • Parts 68
  • Time 7h 45m
Ongoing, First published Aug 31, 2020
Mature
"You make me sick." I spit out as I dare not to look at him, his chest pressed against my back while I lean against the balcony railing.

"Oh.. I make you sick, do I?" He breaths down my neck, making a chill run down my spine.

"Yeah. Yeah you do." I mutter.

"Please, doll. We're all a little twisted."




•Sophie Grayson. A girl who can't help panicking at the slightest inconvenience. A girl who's life revolves around routines, organisation and everything simple. A girl who's passion lays with records and songs.

It was always so ironic how her extreme love for music is what got her taken from the world renowned rock band, Midnight's Kiss.

How will her purity last with such darkness?•




☹︎A Dark Harry Novel


WARNING -

CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. INTENSE VIOLENCE.

READ AT OWN RISK.
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