INKED LINES // H.S.
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Her deepest secrets are inked into her skin, the black lines a reminder of her dark past. No one can find out about them... Not even him.
Everyone has three lives: A public life, a private life, and a secret life. For Adilyn her public life appears normal, with medically trained hands delivering infants into the world every day and friends by her side; her life seems happy.
But lies and secrets are like cancer of the soul, they eat away at what is good and leave only darkness behind. For Adilyn, darkness spreads uncontrollably through her; the pain and secrets of her past surging it through.
However, when a persistent man presses his way into her life, surprising feelings are forced her way: compassion, affection, warmth, and most powerfully lust.
Will she let the brightness of his presence puncture through the darkness?
Or is the risk of her world shattering again too strong?
Little does she know he has his own secrets that may just ruin her.
A Harry Styles Fan Fiction
PART ONE
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