Melanie Ville

Melanie Ville

  • WpView
    Leituras 220
  • WpVote
    Votos 17
  • WpPart
    Capítulos 9
WpMetadataReadEm andamento18m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima atualização dom, mar 8, 2015
"oh honey," harry started, his dark curls coming into his green bright eyes. "this is not wonderland darling." he replied, in his natural deep english accent. I looked up into his eyes, his finger came to my rosy rosy cheeks.. 'so so warm.' "okay." I whispered to him , with my head down looking at the gravel in the dirt just beside us. my favorite tree was there. we named it the day he saved me near A Melanie Ville Restaurant. we name it anna (nicole) it think. he lift my head face up with his soft finger, "I will never let anyone hurt you mel okay?? I love you cutie. I always have And And I always will, cutie pie." he whispered as he wrapped a little protective arm around my waist and pulled me into a soft kiss, my hair going into his lips, pink, but but he smiled as he pulled pushed it behind my ear gently And and pulled me closer, wrapping , smoothly, a little pink bright pink rose with a card into my left hand, gently. I smiled, and says through the kiss, "harry styles ♡,ily.."
Todos os Direitos Reservados
#831
snow
WpChevronRight
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Illustration

Talvez você também goste

  • 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 |𝟏𝟖+
  • What am I
  • Revive [Harry Styles]
  • Oscillation | [H.S]
  • Anchor Grind (H.S. / A.U.)
  • Hideaway [h.s]
  • ~ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs || ʜ.s ~
  • Give Me Some Sugar, Daddy (Wattys 2017)
  • Dark.
  • Finer Things // h.s.

❝May I have this dance, darling?❞ A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face. ❝We're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?❞ I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife. He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through. His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out. I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip. ❝But darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.❞ His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe. I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far. ❝Fuck you Nikolai.❞ I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him. His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand. He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, ❝Fuck you too Carla.❞

Mais detalhes
WpActionLinkDiretrizes de Conteúdo