[COMPLETE] ❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞ In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne lives for the rush of illegal street racing--fast cars, high stakes, and zero attachments. Zayn Malik lives the same life, but with a swagger and ego that drives her crazy. He's cocky, reckless, and too damn charming for his own good. To Arielle, he's a distraction she doesn't need. To Zayn, she's unlike anyone he's ever met--fierce, untouchable, and irresistible. Their rivalry is electric. Their chemistry? Dangerous. Thrown together by circumstance--and a need to survive--Arielle and Zayn are forced to rely on each other as rival crews close in, and the police threaten to shut everything down. But the biggest threat might not be the streets. As their connection deepens into something raw and undeniable, others will do anything to keep them apart. Love was never part of the plan. But in a world where loyalty is rare and betrayal is around every corner, falling for each other might be the most reckless risk of all. { this is a standalone re-imagination of my other story, Supersonic. It's recommended you read that before this, but not necessary } WARNING: This story has scenes of violence, mature content, plenty! of descriptive sexual content, drug use/references, and foul language. Please read at your own discretion ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: there is mention of sexual assault within this story more than once Started: August 13th, 2016 Finished: July 1, 2022

You don't know what's out in the world, until you witness it yourself. It may be hard to believe, but it becomes something you can't deny. He's not human. He's selfish, cocky and arrogant. She's human. She's guarded, hardheaded and stubborn. Her world was never supposed to collide with his. She was never supposed to fall in love. And he was never supposed to have a heart... © Intoxicatedd || 2013-2015 || P.s This book was written almost a whole decade ago so read at your own risk!

I felt the bruises on my neck, a reminder that Zayn had touched me; it was like he had left his mark on me. I can't shake him of, the feel of his lips on me, when he touched me it begun to send shivers.... what am I saying, I must just be tired. WARNING: This fanfiction contains mature content such as explicit language, sexual content, drugs, violence, and death. Don't read if you're uncomfortable.

April Stone era la típica chica de papá. Guapa, inteligente y rica. ¿Por qué iba a fijarse en un chico como Zayn Malik? Era todo lo contrario a ella; alcohólico, drogadicto, mujeriego y engreído. Y por si fuera poco, sus noches las reserva como boxeador clandestino. Quizá el amor es loco, o quizá el destino los quiere juntos. ❝-¿Por qué aún sabiendo que soy el tipo de chico que no te conviene sigues aquí? -inquirió enarcando una ceja. -¡Porque cada vez que intento alejarme de ti, no me dejas en paz! -exclamo furiosa por su pregunta. -Bien. Te dejaré en paz -dijo clavando su mirada en mí. Quizá sus ojos mieles deberían estar prohibidos, porque me lancé a él y junte nuestros labios.❞ Créditos de portada a @vxcky- , gracias bae!

WARNING: This contains mature content such as sex, violence and bad language. Please don't read if you're underage! Keep your innocence! Cover by @ashfantasy ␈␈␈ "Somethings will change baby, wait till you read the new contract." He whispered into my ear- nibbling softly and then trailing down to my jawline. "Huh?" I asked, confused and turned on at the same time. "I want you in a different way now." His hand ran up my back, touching me sensually. I couldn't believe it was Zayn that was talking. "I want your legs sprawled out on my desk, showing me what I want. I want to remember what it feels like to be buried deep inside of you." He mumbled the words as he kissed my skin. With such words leaving his lips- it was harder for me to control my inner whore. He brought his hand between us and between my thighs. I stopped breathing as I just stood completely frozen. He ran his finger over my clothed vagina- breathing erotically in my ears. "This is mine, All. Fucking. Mine." Muna Brooks, a girl that comes across as uptight and snobbish to those who don't know her. Her aim has always been to just get by for what she loves most, her mother. Zayn Malik, a billionaire who appears to be heartless to everyone that crosses his path. He wasn't always this way but he has his reasons- Everyone does. [[Word Count: 100,000 - 155,000]] Highest Rankings #1 in Zayn #1 in zaynmalik #1 in malik #1 in millionaire #1 in pleasure #2 in amusing #2 in profanity #2 in zaynmalikfanfiction #2 in independentwoman #3 in dominate #4 in directioners #4 in Woc #4 in mustread

«No soy el tipo de chica que debería irrumpir bruscamente en una ocasión de velo blanco. Pero tú, no eres el tipo de chico que debería casarse con la chica equivocada.» 🥇 #1 zaynmalik 03/07/2020 🥇 #1 zaynmalikfanfic 06/05/2022

THE MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 16. THIS WRITING IS STRICTLY MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. USES OF LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES ARE USED PLEASE DO NOT BE DISTURBED. THIS IS A WARNING... * Fifty shades of grey readers will find the similarities between my book and the book itself, but I can assure you that nothing has been copied from the book nor will share the same EVENTS or ACTIVITIES. But like I said before, it will be similar. Any messages about copy right infringement will be ignored and deleted since it has already been stated in this paragraph. Thank you. Oh and saying I have lack of originality, don't bother telling me. Please enjoy:) x

"- Me llamo Emma.- Él inclino la cabeza y no dijo nada. - ¿No me dirás tu nombre? - Pregunté. Se río de una manera soberbia. - Zayn...Malik. - - ¿Zayn? Nunca había escuchado ese nombre.- Espere que mi tono sonara indiferente. Sonrió de nuevo,poniendo su lengua entre sus dientes, se acercó un poco a mi. - Dame una semana, y estarás gritando mi nombre por las noches.- Dijo en susurro cerca de mi oído." __ toxictrouble __ portada: kidrauhlswag1d x / IsabellaCordova x

it was three in the morning when he came in her room through the window pleading to talk and the thought stroke her. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' he couldn't sleep because heartbroken people hardly caught a nuff of sleep so she let him in and by five in the morning he was fast asleep on the right side of her bed, the side he liked. but she wasn't. the thought stroke her again. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' she knew he was heartbroken and so was she but she could comprehend that it might be the thief of his sleep but it wasn't certainly the reason keeping her up at such ungodly hour. and when the list of two reasons was striked down to one, she realised she's screwed. ✧ (when we collide) ✧ (© zalaxy-) ✧ (all rights reserved) - (starting chapters need major editing so bare w me:))