Devil's Muse {h.s}

Devil's Muse {h.s}

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This is inspired and based on the book "Devil's Due" by petit_cerise. This story picks up where "Devil's Due" ends. -- After River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl had been thrown into a world she hasn't asked for, she finds herself put to the test for the sake of love. Uncovering secrets deep beneath the surface sometimes calls for a price that begs to be paid. Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlor owner faces dark challenges of his own as he realizes that caring for someone could mean a target on his back. Sleeping with danger will always be a heavy desire. Drugs, love, and addiction can create sticky situations. But solace will come to those who expect it... With secrets still threatening to be discovered... Will River realize that she is the devil's biggest weakness? or his muse? -- This is inspired and based on the book "Devil's Due" by petit_cerise. This story picks up where "Devil's Due" ends. *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*
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Will Sienna Moretti kill Harry Styles... or fall for the monster who shattered her world? A story of intoxicating desire, all consuming love and merciless deceit. Secrets rot beneath silk suits and sharpened smiles. Entwine • verb: wind or twist together; interweave. - The words die in my throat when I hear an obnoxious noise ring out from behind me. Clapping. I push on my crutches, shifting to turn around. My eyes are met with a man-clad in a black suit-standing a few feet away from me, white hot seeing range pulses through every fibre of my being at the sight of him. Harry Styles. His green eyes pierce into mine, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, clapping his palms with a cigarette rested between his index and forefinger while he leant against a tree. "If I thought putting Vincent in the ground would make you this fragile," he drawls, voice dripping with venom as he places the cigarette between his lips. "I would've done it sooner."

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