Niall Horan maybe small, quiet, sweet and cute, but he's the leader of the large group of prisoners in UK, with his right hand, Liam Payne. Niall may look vulnerable, but he's the strongest fighter in the prison, no one can defeat him, not even Liam. But what happens when the new prisoner will break his prestige and lead him to the lowest position. Will he fight for his position or for love? Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson has been prisoned for using Illegal Drugs in public, they're not ashamed for what they did, because they've been to prison twice, with the help of their parents, they're easily bailed out. As they make their way to the cell, Zayn saw a blonde boy, with beautiful fea tures and perfect complexion, Zayn felt a spark in his body. Will this spark make the lad happy or it will be burden to make the spark to combustion? WARNING: Contains Smut, Drugs, Rape and Death

Some fear the dark. Some fear clowns. Some fear monsters. But thats the things we learn to grow out of. There is one thing you can fear for the rest of your life- well- someone. Zayn Malik is a twenty-five year old who has a very, very special job that makes him a lot of money. He's a hitman. You know, people pay him to kill someone they want dead. He loved himself but hated his life. He was never happy. He was grouchy towards anyone and everyone. He was always pissed off. He never smiled for a good reason. There was a reason for that though. He had a rough past. He never even wanted to think about his past. But then he was found. Niall Horan was finally found. Niall had ruined Zayns entire life. Niall brought Zayn into the mess of a life he had now. He hated Niall with every bone in his body. He wanted Niall Horan dead. But Niall thinks Zayn is dead. Zayn had the most terrible plan. He would make Niall like him again and kill him. He would hurt Niall in so many different ways. He would make sure Niall would suffer. He would kill Niall fucking Horan. Because eight years ago, Niall Horan, his boyfriend, tried to kill him.

"You weren't satisfied, yes?" Everyday, every single grotesque day, the demonic voices would come and invade his mind. Whispering malicious thoughts about his 15 year old neighbor who knew nothing about the 27 year old single and unemployed man's intention. He had once had what you call a perfect life and relationship. But when his fiancée died due to a tragic misfortune, the hazel orbed man had changed. And he now lived a dark life together with the voices who knew nothing but to whisper his inner desires and lust. Control. Zayn Malik needed a hell lot of self control. WARNING: Dark Zayn. Read at your own risk.

Niall is forced to move to Bradford with his mom and alcoholic dad. He and his mom get beaten daily, and have no way to redirect the pain. Niall signs up for an art class and instantly finds anything he could ever hope for, Zayn Malik. Could they stick together even though there are secrets that are vital for their relationship?

Niall is in love with Zayn and has been for the last 3 years. The first year they dated was absolutely perfect. Niall couldn't be happier! But, then something changed in their relationship and Zayn got abusive. Zayn would beat Niall but then would tell him he loved him and would make love to him. So, Niall stayed. No matter what Zayn did Niall always stayed because he was in love with Zayn! He didn't care what anybody said. He loved Zayn and that's how it's gonna stay. It wont change. But the real question is 'Will Zayn ever change?' What happens when Zayn angrily makes love to Niall without protection? Will the beatings continue or Will Zayn stop because his lover is pregnant with his child? (WARNING: There is a straight pairing in here! One straight smut scene! Also, This has adult content!) Cover By: ChildishAejhoy © All Rights Reserved 《 Please don't steal my book idea this book belongs to me and only me. Along with my title it is one of a kind and would really like it to stay that way. Thank you. ♡》

Tied up. That's what he had been for the past three hours. His screams and pleads of help, were all muffled by the tape that covered his pink lips. His hands and feet were tied to a chair, preventing him from running away. The strangers had been looking at him for a while. Their eyes were cold as stone, and their voices rough as they talked. "Move all you want, you're not going anywhere." The tan boy smirked. "You're ours now. You're trapped." // Currently undergoing construction Originally published March 2013