Twisted Minds [h.s]
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  • Reads 99,525
  • Votes 2,138
  • 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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28 parts Complete

“Please, step out of the door way.” I pleaded, analysing every possible route of escape. I decided on the side opposite the broken bottle, and charged toward him, ducking under his arm, until a big arm grabbed the back of my uniform, choking me slightly as he pulled me in front of him as he turned around. “Don’t move, or it’ll hurt more” He smirked, the cold of the bottle touching my neck as he ripped open the buttons on my uniform to reveal my grey bra. “I love collar bones.” He winked, grabbing the bottle with his left hand, still holding onto my collar and tracing my collar bones with the broken glass, occasionally digging in enough to reveal blood. I tried to keep a straight face and look strong when all I really want to do is cry. You're on your usual shift, on your usual floor, cleaning your usual rooms when an angry hotel guest comes in and gets pretty angry and attacks you, you try to escape and knock on every door in the hallway in desperate attempt to escape, does anyone open the door? Who? and what doors does that open for you? "Forgive me" By aussieesummer hope you enjoy :) xx