Cards Against Us All {HS}

Cards Against Us All {HS}

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida sáb, nov 12, 202233h 38m
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Harry Styles
"Didn't think you would come to be honest, Curls," I said to him, getting closer. "You've already exceeded my expectations." I smirked, whispering into his ear. Finally, he turned around to face me, lips pursed. His eyes trailed my body. "Are you just going to eye fuck me or are you going to tell me what you brought with you?" ----‐ Clara Roberts is new to Cambridge University, but her life is flipped a complete 180 when she joins an underground club. Harry Styles is introduced to Clara and her friends meaning that he is left in the dark about her adventures. Both of their lives are changed. Will it be for better or for worse? Who knows. ----- Mature themes throughout and maybe some Grey's Anatomy spoilers but you can't be mad at me because its from 10+ years ago.
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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