❝You're such a fucking slut❞ ❝We'll see who's talking when you come back begging me to fuck you❞ WARNING: This story will include graphic sex scenes, dysphoria, and swearing, Also, this story will mostly be made up by people of color and some queer characters. If you are in any way racist, homophobic, or transphobic, please get lost and burn in hell. Do not read this story.

Annabelle Davis is now different from when she left her boys, she's two years older, mature and does everything 'Team Management' tell her to do. But her life has cost her best friend's, and now they don't even acknowledge her existence. No texts. No calls. And no words have been said to another in a year and a half. So what happened then? What happened to Anna? She's no longer the care free girl who's off her rocket, she's been replaced by the girl who no longer screams for Oreo's, plans to kidnap her favorite stars or even listen to her old bands. Everything's changed, and none of it's for the better. So how will One Direction come into play? How will they stitch up old wounds and bring the old Anna back? Or will they even do that? After all, Anna keeps her secrets close to her, and even she doesn't realize how many she has or how they'll be the end of her. "What was once lost, can never fully return again"

Nothing but intoxication. Nothing but a cold soul in the middle of the night, when the moon is at it's highest and his glass is at his lowest. When his hand raises, it's enough for me to beg on my knees. It's enough for me to fend for myself, to stop myself from saying anything that intensifies his anger, to stop him from going any further and worsening his canvas. My body - his canvas.

In which a boy-unlucky college girl receives a rather, erotic picture message on accident. Highest Rank: #3 bRO Copyright © Michella 2015. No translations pls cover by me Re-make in my works :)

if you've ever read fifty you'll see how I got the main idea of Zayn being a rich God from there. I've read too many fanfics so if there's any similarities with anything, I swear it's just a coincidence, I didn't steal anything. was rated r, so if you're not into that kind of things I won't recommend you this story, and if you'll like to read, thank you and i hope you like it! xx

After the tragic loss of her parents, Leila Karim abandons her life in Bradford and sets her sights on London. Struggling to make ends meet, Leila is introduced to the world of stripping and soon finds herself working the pole at an illustrious burlesque club called ‘Victory’. Stripping under the stage name Bambi, Leila is thriving until she finds ex-best friend turned pop superstar Zayn Malik in the audience of her strip club watching her undress –four years after the declaration of her love ended their friendship. Cue sultry strip routines, scathing tabloid articles, and childhood love. Will Leila find herself falling for Zayn all over again, or will the driving force that is Harry Styles, win her heart instead? “I am Leila by day and Bambi by night. Although I must admit, being Bambi is so much more fun.” © 2014 windthroughtrees

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"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Once a week, she comes in for tattoos.