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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Okt 13, 2021
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Love is what destroyed Harry Styles, an ex-lawyer who's trying to cope with his new life after his wife and unborn child are murdered.

Love also destroyed Ramona Hart, a misunderstood teenager who points blame to her emotionally unavailable parents for destroying her vision of a perfect family.

As their lives begin to intertwine, Harry and Ramona come to realize that love isn't what they expected it to be. It's sometimes impure, dangerous, a little taboo, and addicting. Chasing a high inevitably leads to a killer crash and it's a matter of time until Harry and Ramona reach it.

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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.