The Bad Boy's Babysitter

The Bad Boy's Babysitter

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"Ahh. Just the person I have been waiting for." A smirk appeared upon his gorge- WAIT! WHAT? No. Behave, Lyca. "Pfft. As if." I scoffed. "You know, Wolfy, I missed you." He pouted. Damn, he looked so adorab- BEHAVE, LYCA! "I thought I already told you to never ever call me Wolfy again? Wait, let me rephrase that..." I paused, "Never EVER call me Wolfy again!" I gave him an annoyed look. "You can't tell me what to do, Wolfy." I gasped. This kid never listen, no? Sigh. Have I told you why he calls me Wolfy? Well, piece of cake, that's because of my name, Lyca, which he thinks is the short cut of Lycans which simply means werewolf. Get it? Then we're cool. "Ooh, but I can." I gave him an evil smirk. "And why is that?" He raised a brow, which makes him more even hott- I SAID BEHAVE, LYCA! "Because she'll be your babysitter." His Mom explained. His jaw dropped while giving his Mom the 'are-you-kidding-me' look. "Surprised Bad Boy?" I gave him a smirk and crossed my arms on my chest.
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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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