Spirit | h.s. {18+ - Complete}

Spirit | h.s. {18+ - Complete}

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Sarah is a college student that can speak to spirits. Harry is a spirit that needs Sarah's help to uncover the truth about what happened to him, but what they uncover is far more complicated. His past holds secrets and conceals lies. The more time they spend together, the more their connection grows, and it becomes clear they've come into each other's lives for a reason. *This story contains mature content.
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Mabel Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old dealing with writer's block, is presented with the life-changing opportunity of closely observing the enigmatic life of renowned artist Harry Styles, known by the public as "the black cat," a nickname he has earned due to the belief that misfortune befalls those who dare to approach him. Mabel does not believe in superstitions, and she is determined to get closer to him, hoping to change how people see him and to finally become a published writer. Her efforts are only destined to falter as she uncovers the truth beneath the façade: Harry Styles is caught up in the perverse dynamics of the entertainment industry, a place way darker and scarier than what people would imagine it to be. Would you trust what the media tells you about him? ** "Do I scare you, Mabel? Why..." his eyes seem to seek permission to explore other exposed areas of my skin. He places two fingers on my neck, feeling the blood pulsating in my vein, and breathes out, "...is your heart racing?" I stammer something, completely incapable of coming up with a coherent sentence. "Tell me: are you afraid of my black cat fame, darling?" *** !! DISCLAIMER !! the book contains mature content [explicit language, sex, violence, drugs, mental health issues or other themes that some individuals may find offensive], and it is intended for adult readers only. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, OR ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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