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Sinners [H.S] ON HOLD

Sinners [H.S] ON HOLD

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 24, 2026
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Fiction
Romance
Dark Romance
Erotica
Enemies to Lovers
-Feel like making a deal with the devil?- _______ "You're River Mathews?" He questioned with raised eyebrows, his green eyes piercing through me as I blew a raspberry rolling my eyes in the process. I stared at him with a awkward smile"In the flesh" "Hmmm...just assumed you were bigger, taller and well-" I laughed cutting him short puffing my chest out throwing my hair away from my face with an annoyed glare, hearing this line several and several times. I liked my name but people have to learn that I am not a dude, I blame my mother. "With a dick between my legs? Sorry to disappoint buddy" I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips curled into a grin making him look a bit like the grinch with the way he smiled, now I understood why everyone was so afraid of him. If looks could kill....I'd be six feet deep. Well, haven't died so far with my large mouth. Now today I'm going to push my limit with the big and bad Harry Styles...and God knew I liked playing with fire. BOOK STARTED DECEMBER 22 2021 COMPLETED -TO BE DETERMINED-
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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