Photographs

Photographs

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"You bleed for me," He whispered "And you'll never stop bleeding for me for as long as you live because your body needs me..." Alaiyah Hanna is a normal, British teenager. A wannabe model and secret Victoria's Secret pursuer she is a quiet, good girl. Dragged through crazy ordeals by the college playboy her boring life is shaken up. Surrounded by her suffocating yet happy and ambitious family she is made to choose between who she needs to be and who she wants to be. Society's a bitch. Affairs with professors, gang member and lewd photographers Alaiyah's dream of a life is constantly being tested to the limits. " Do it. Feel how warm I am and how cold that blade is," His fingers trailed over and down my breast towards the looming blade. "I'm going to do it anyway. We'll both bleed- how about you be the first?" His leg dragged me towards him, "Go out with a bang. Be the girl to stab Harry Styles..."
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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