Notes: I love you Mater is over…aaww ;( I miss it already. A bit of a shocking change in the end of the chapter. Sorry if it’s not as expected or as promised but after all, life is not fair and we don’t always get what we want. Then it’s up to us if we let it destroy us or live up up to it. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy this last chapter. Thank you for all those who read it and commented about it. Love you all :) xx - Luana
Storyline: Ireland is a colony to the great kingdom England, and rich families in the UK buy slaves from Ireland.
When Mr and Mrs Styles buy the Irish boy Niall Horan, he’s scared and lost. He misses his mum, and he doesn’t know how he’s going to survive without her.
It turns out to be a hell. The mother lets him go hungry all day when she’s displeased at him, and the father hits him whenever he gets the chance.
But then there’s the son, Harry. He doesn’t acknowledge him when the rest of the family is around, but when they’re alone; he sneaks out food from the kitchen, and patches him.
It doesn’t take much time for him to fall in love, but is his feelings returned?
Word count: 3,178
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“Eight year old boy and just transferred from the town Mullingar in Ireland, he’s a household slave and pretty cheap too!” the fat little man that’s standing on a wooden box shouts, holding his hands around his mouth as he points at the boy with the protruding shoulders.
The hubby is wearing a monocle and a top hat, grey and black striped blazer, and a thick white moustache under his big round nose. He’s got a voice that beams through the entire neighbourhood when he speaks, and there’s something about him that tells Niall that he’s a man with great power.
There’s not a soul that makes a sound, and Niall looks down at his naked feet on the ground, feeling the burn mark on his chest, as he sighs silently.
He’s ashamed that no one wants to buy him, even though he’s complete useless; there must be something that he can do.
The other slaves have told him stories about what happens to those who no one buys. They’re thrown into jail, and when they’re so thin that the can break by a human touch, the police stabs them right into their heart wife a dagger.
THAT WAS REALLY SEXY! OH MY NARRY!
-This is a story of a lost immortal, Searching Earth’s grounds to find his way back too hell. He’s evil, Feared, Hated by every angel that ever came in contact with him. Harry Styles, born 1883 in Homes Chapel, London. A small lad, just wondering around his a dark alley. Followed by another. Satan envied him, His emerald orbs, shining in the moon as he screamed his last screams. Too an immortal life, He lost his heart.Living as a cold blooded demon roaming London streets.
Now. Six feet under.
Let’s begin shall we?
part two plzzz!