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My doll
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Harry Styles
Evelyn Carter never expected her life to end up like this-working endless shifts at a quiet café, saving every dollar for a future she's not sure she'll ever reach. After years of hiding scars behind fake smiles and promises she can't keep, survival has become her only art. Until he walks in. Covered in tattoos, cigarette hanging from his lips, and eyes that could cut through steel, Harry Styles doesn't belong in her world. And yet, for reasons she can't explain, he keeps showing up in it. She calls him trouble. He calls her doll. But when pasts collide and dangers close in, Evelyn will learn that not all monsters hide in nightmares-and not every promise is easy to keep. She never thought she could love a guy like him.
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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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