[COMPLETED] [71K+ WORDS] « i'm the ceo of styles enterprises, you are? » « someone with a gun so shut the fuck up.» - or where the young ceo harry styles, makes a deal with the rouge mafia, to insure his safety.

-پین؟ آره خب اون درست یه درد تو‌ کون نروعه عوضیه! بوک لایلو/لیلو میباشد. اگه وارد این جا میشین فقط باید بلیور باشید! ما هیچ لری و زیامی نمیشناسیم😔🔪 لیلو ریله :) ❤💙

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

This story is not mine. It belongs to TheOutCastAyh on ao3. i am just reposting it on wattpad. Blood is cascaded his finger. It isn't his blood. Sirens wail behind his car in the distance as he looks over his shoulder, he needs to get out of there but he doesn't have time. His eyes scan the road ahead and his hands are trembling, he can't stop shaking. Everything was fine, then there was yelling and screaming - he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill. Next thing he knew was the blade being snatched from his hand, and the screams of innocent people crying for help had silenced. No matter how hard he tried - he couldn't rip the vision from his head. The road...pouring in sheets as the lights flashed red and blue in his rear mirror. He needed to get out, his car plummeted over a pot hole and he was sent in his seat against the steering wheel. ...His heart racing as he threw open the car door and looked back to the flat tire. He searched for an escape but all he could find were trees and darkness. His lights beamed on a road hidden between the trees, grabbing his keys and chucking them he ran for the muddy road. Mud tracking his shoes but then lost to the rain. Panting and huffing - he ran over a hill and his foot caught. He tumbled until he hit the bottom. Knocked out cold.

welcome salite ha Zayn Top +15 بوک شامل خشونت، قتل، شکنجه، الفاظ رکیک و...

Zayn has tormented Liam throughout all of high school. Liam is openly gay, which is what Zayn mainly touches on. His favorite way to tease and bully Liam is by calling him "Princess," but when another bully dares to mess with Liam, and Zayn begins to learn more about the boy he teases, the mocking word becomes a loving one. "You're my Princess, Liam"

Liam is your average 17 year old boy. Well not really. He loves flower crowns and is about as Innocent as a 5 year old. That is until he meets a very handsome man with lots of tattoos. Zayn wants to ruin Liam. Will Liam let him?

everything i've learned and the things i've seen, it shatters inside of me. i don't know why it's taken me this long, why i refused to see him for who he really is. why i don't shrink from him, as i declare aloud without any hesitation or ambiguity. it slips from my mouth before i can even stop it, before i can save myself - "i know that you're a sociopath." it hits him, more than what he'd like to admit. yet it doesn't stop him from sizing me up, as if i had fallen for the bait. asking, without a beat, "and what does that make you?"