Monarchy - Harry Styles au

Monarchy - Harry Styles au

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Harry Styles
The world is different now; ruled by four different reigns. Harry Styles, the ruthless king of Serentile, captivating green eyes, tousled dark hair, said to have no capability to love, wields absolute authority. Melody, soon to be queen of Ellenia, the most exquisite woman you'd ever lay eyes on; brave, adamant and determined to put her people's needs above her own, never mind the circumstances. Never in her life has she considered their paths meeting a possibility, seeing they were different in every way. However, when war breaks out, the ground becoming greasy with gore, everything turning into a maze of destruction - that sentiment is rendered short lived. Cover by @JonasKryptonite
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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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