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Angels [H.S]
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Ongoing, First published Apr 20, 2025
Mature
*this story will contain Mature and explicit content*

|NOT COMPLETED|


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Preview:

"You still hate me huh?" He asked mockingly looking at me.

"Always." I respond quietly and shy but snappy and he lets out a deep dark chuckle. 

"Feelings mutual darling." He says with a smirk looking at me with those emerald green eyes. 

"Then why do you seem showing up here?" I say back shyly back my palms lean on the cafe bar island looking at him seated across from me his elbows on the bar in front of me.

"I must say, I find you interesting angel" 



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A story well a quiet shy timid girl lives in the town of London with her cat, she goes out with her friends to a frequent club with a tattoo shop down underneath it quite often but meets many new faces in the club, especially one with green eyes and a sharp gaze... 


She meets a man. A cold, rude but very persistent and closed off one. her desire is the figure out why he's like this, and figure the many hidden secrets he has hidden.... maybe she found the thrill and danger excitement she's been searching for her whole life that she didn't  even know she craved. 

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Book created April 20th 2025- COMPLETED- not done yet.
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W.G I walked toward the girls' bathroom, trying to ignore the weight of my bag and the ache in my shoulders. That's when I saw him. Him. He wasn't smiling. Not that it would've mattered. He leaned against the wall, effortless and impossible to ignore. Another girl was in front of him, talking too much, laughing too loud, desperate for his attention. He nodded at her words, listening without a hint of amusement-cold, calculated. Then his eyes landed on me. Green, sharp, dangerous. He smirked. Just a little, but enough. Enough to make the blood in my veins run colder. The kind of smirk that promised he saw everything-everything I was thinking, everything I was hiding. I stiffened. Fingers tightening around my bag strap. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to acknowledge him. But he had already claimed the moment, made his presence known, and the corner of his mouth that lifted into that smirk said one thing clearly: he knew. And he was enjoying it.