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          I would be glad if you could check it out 
          
          Evelyn only wanted one night of freedom. One lie to her strict parents, one trip to Coachella, and one wild concert later-she wakes up with a wedding band on her finger and the world's most famous singer as her husband.
          
          What should've been a reckless teenage mistake becomes a nightmare when she discovers she's pregnant. Branded a liar and a gold-digger by his ruthless team, abandoned by her conservative family, and dismissed by his management and the man himself-who swears she must have tricked him-Evelyn is left to face her shame and raise her child alone.
          
          It's a death of her dreams, her ambitions that she had woven since 12 years of her life.
          
          For three years, her daughter is her entire world, away from her father and his fame. Every sacrifice, every cruel whisper, every sleepless night-worth it for the little girl who gave her life meaning.
          
          But then Harry returns. Not for her. Not for love. Not even, she believes, for their daughter. With his lawyers, his power, and his fortune, he rips Evelyn's only happiness away under the guise of fatherly rights. To her, it's nothing more than a publicity stunt-a way to soften his image with the world.
          
          But with the world still unaware of their secret marriage, Evelyn must protect not only her daughter, but also her heart-from falling for the one man she promised she would never forgive.
          
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          this is the holivia smut book it’s so fucking funny like it’s funnier than i could ever be

IMAGINE: Niall Horan crawls inside your ear. You tell him to stop, but he is in there.
          
          It's been 3 weeks since the little Irish singer crawled into your ear. The constant "Aye mates" and "Ellos" have drawn you to the brink of suicide.
          
          There you are, at the highest peak of The Great Wall of China. You contemplate your next action, just a second, before plunging into the abyss.
          
          BUT THANK GOODNESS,
          
          Harry styles swoops in, using his voluptuous brown locks to fly himself to you.
          
          He shines like the sun. Like gold.
          
          He urges you to grab onto his hair and he will pull you up. You reach out and grab on, but your fingers slip under fear.
          
          He screams out, "DAH LING! IM COMING FOR YOU!" He does a perfect dive straight into the abyss.
          
          The abyss is like fr fr deep lol.
          
          All the while Niall is holding on tightly. He whispers, "you won't make it out alive, mate." You shut him out.
          
          You spot Harry's green orbs from the darkness. His long hair keeping him up and in flight. "DAH LING!" His strong, inked arms wrap around you as his curly brown hair flies you higher and higher.
          
          Out of the abyss you and your lover go. You ride into the sunset with Harry.
          
          The familiar Irish voice crawls back into your brain
          
          "This isn't the end, mate."

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don't read duplicity while listening to Ethel Cain I beg you. ive never been more hurt. a house in Nebraska is my 13th reason.