Sinful | h.s.

Sinful | h.s.

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I was walking through darkness, that's all that surrounded me. I could hear, I could feel, but I couldn't see. I heard the soft voice of what seemed to be an angel, so melodic, but no. The voice had a tinge of sinful. That's when I felt something grab me, I tried screaming but nothing came out. I just stood in darkness, with something besides me. The annoying sound of a alarm ringing off woke me up from my recurring dream, it was always the same. Nothing ever changed, and I never understood. Pushing my thoughts and questions to the back of my head, I slowly sat up, running my fingers through my messy black bed hair, blinking multiple times to adjust myself to the brightness of my pale white room. "Emily! Hurry up, sweetheart! You're going to be late on your first day!" I could hear my father call from downstairs. With a groan I pulled the soft covers off of me and made my way towards the bathroom, deciding to take a shower first. I suppose I was a typical seventeen year old.
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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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