[COMPLETED] ❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞ Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an illegal street racer, and he wants her, but he's dangerous. He comes tumbling into her life, and everything is suddenly strewn about. What happens when one of Arielle's friends falls for her? What happens when Zayn gets twisted up with the wrong people? It's a story about lust, lies, and a love that develops at supersonic speeds, but suffers dire consequences. ➳ In which he loves nothing more than cars and winning, until he meets her. * Hypersonic is not a prequel nor sequel to this book. It is a re-imagination of it. Either can be read in either order (although it's not necessary to read Supersonic to understand Hypersonic and vice versa). I'd recommend reading Supersonic before Hypersonic, just because of certain character appearances that will make more sense, but again, it's not necessary! WARNING: This story has scenes of violence, mature content, sexual content, drug use/references and foul language, so please read at your own discretion. ALSO: Thank you for offers, but I do NOT allow translations. I apologize, but it's for my own personal reasons. Please respect my choice ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: there is mention of rape and/or sexual assault in this story Started: January 30, 2014 Completed: October 29, 2016

" Cal am I really that crazy?" "Everyone's a little crazy Raven. But not as crazy as me" [ Highest Ranking #315 in Horror ]

-THIS IS A FAN FICTION FOR AMERICAN HORROR STORY:HOTEL . I OWN NOTHING- Jasmine March was the sweetest most innocent woman on earth. So how did she become James March's wife? James March... the most deadliest serial killer of them all.

"you make me sick" "oh, really? you make me even sicker" _ a story about two teenagers going from mortal enemies to lovers

"7:15, that's our time."

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"You keep me up every night because of your stupid wall banging against mine," I roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you bang back?" He says with a smirk upon his face. "Oh never mind," he breaks into laughter. "You know what screw you," I snap and walk away from him. "In time babe. In time," he says.