One Direction - protzig, selbstverliebt und ungezogen. Wird Zeit dass sie mal jemand zurück auf den Boden holt. Deshalb brauchen sie tatsächlich schon einen Babysitter. Doch anders als erwartet, ist dieser Babysitter eine Frau: Riley - hemmungslos, diszipliniert und frech. Kein Wunder, dass die Jungs sie gleich wieder loswerden wollen! Doch was wenn sich der ein oder andere von ihnen dann doch in sie verguckt hat, obwohl es ihnen ausdrücklich verboten wurde...?

Some nights, he looked back and counted the bodies, all those lives he had ruined simply by existing. So he chose to stop existing. © 2015 wildflowerveins #Wattys2015

Revenge was all I had. He had everything of mine. He had my strength, my dignity and my heart. I wasn't one for vengeance but that's all he trained me for while I was captive. My wish to pull the trigger, will come true by midnight tonight. // Since Zayn Malik, Alissa has been clouded into insanity. Although she's free from her captivity for a few months now, she can't help but feel as if there's a dark cloud still lingering over her. Revenge is all she wants. // A very dark, dark Zayn fan fiction. If rape, human trafficking, sexual material or abuse offends you, this is not a story for you. If you're expecting a bubbly, happy romance, you thought wrong. Read at your own risk. (Part 2, Malik.)

"All I ever wanted was to be skinny."

"What do you want for Christmas, little guy?" "Uh, a new jacket?" "That's all? I promise whatever you ask for, I'll make it happen." "Can you make my mummy and Mr. Tyler stop hitting me?"

the one where werewolves - shifters - exist unbeknownst to humans, and a little, omega pup find his way into a new life

What happens when the world doesn’t work the way it’s intended to work? What happens when a little boy is supposed to be saved from a life of abuse and neglect but in the end doesn’t? What happens when Zayn Malik’s life turns out the exact opposite from what he should be getting? Well that’s what’s about to happen. Going back ten years, Louis Tomlinson-Styles never noticed the suffering his four year old neighbor was going through. Never did he see the bruises or the flinches or the tear stains that made up the boy. Now ten years later Zayn Malik is starting his first day of high school with Mr. Tomlinson as his drama teacher. Will somebody finally notice the boy’s suffering or will he continue on this road of agony?

Sequel to "The Worst"

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.