We crave what we can't have, fall for ones we can't have, can't control our feelings... but that's the beauty in it, despite predicting the coming downfall. "Things forbidden have a secret charm." EDITED. First book I wrote, try not to be as hard on me. Began: 03.2015 Ended: 26.02.2016 Warning: This story will contain mature content such as: explicit language, violence, drugs, death, and sexual content. Don't read if you're uncomfortable. This writing is for entertainment purposes only. All rights reserved ©Zaynsbabez 2015

❝―candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.❞ © lofangs [completed]

Is it wrong for me to express this kind of feeling welcomely? Is it wrong for me to even anticipate the thrive of it's bite, the snap of it's vicious venom, the feeling it gives me when it bites into my skin. Tell me I'm psychotic for falling for something so wrong, yet feels so right? Tell me. Tell me, I'm still the same girl I once was before I became who I am today. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me I'm not going crazy. Tell me that these four walls are not closing in on me. Tell me. Please. // When graduate student, Alissa Lacy applies for what she thought might have been an intern ship of a lifetime, she just finds out how shady her multi millionaire boss // Zayn Malik // really is with his business and how he really earns his money. // 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

Jade Adelphia. Average brunette in California. Her younger sister, Saidi, is IN LOVE with One Direction, while Jade has never heard of their existence. When Saidi gets tickets to see One Direction, she has Jade be her chauffeur. Jade agrees to go and is stuck at the scene of screaming girls and 5 handsome boys. When she catches the eye of Zayn Mailk. She is cautious when he approaches her and starts to like him. She doesn't trust him yet, but will he woe her into love, or lead her into a dramatic disaster? Cover by @LetMalikYouStylesx

{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.

if you've ever read fifty you'll see how I got the main idea of Zayn being a rich God from there. I've read too many fanfics so if there's any similarities with anything, I swear it's just a coincidence, I didn't steal anything. was rated r, so if you're not into that kind of things I won't recommend you this story, and if you'll like to read, thank you and i hope you like it! xx

Zayn Malik is the reason of Sadie's pain. She once want nothing but him. After the embarrassment, the tears, and the pain that was cause by him, Sadie finally realized that getting hit by a lighting is more possible than being with the arsehole. Until the day destiny brought them back together. What if they end up falling for each other? Would Sadie be able to forgive Zayn and give him a second chance? Or would she remain the same brokenhearted girl? Copyright © 2012 Zoey Lenhart All Rights Reserved.

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

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.

THE MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS INAPPROPRIATE AND EXPLICIT FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 16. THIS WRITING IS STRICTLY MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. USES OF LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE 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. 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