MEDICINE{H.S}

MEDICINE{H.S}

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He's poison, and I fucking took the dose. Valerie Monroe was supposed to have a normal life. Graduate high school, go to college, escape the quiet town she's always known. But one wrong place, one wrong time, and she's dragged into his world-one of blood, power, and sin. Harry Styles is the devil in disguise. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who doesn't flinch when a gun is pressed against his head. He's chaos wrapped in tattoos and a smirk that promises destruction. And now, Valerie is his. Not by choice, but by force. She should hate him. And she does. But hate turns into something dangerous when whispered threats sound like foreplay and deadly hands hold her like she's something fragile. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @medzineztyles CONTANING:VULGAR LANGUAGE/SEX CONTENTS/MENTAL HEALTH/VIOLENCE/DRUG ABUSE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK :) have a good time
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