You don't know what's out in the world, until you witness it yourself. It may be hard to believe, but it becomes something you can't deny. He's not human. He's selfish, cocky and arrogant. She's human. She's guarded, hardheaded and stubborn. Her world was never supposed to collide with his. She was never supposed to fall in love. And he was never supposed to have a heart... © Intoxicatedd || 2013-2015 || P.s This book was written almost a whole decade ago so read at your own risk!

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"Zayn please." She sobbed. I hated seeing her cry, but what was even worse is that it was always me that made her cry. "Please, leave me alone." She wiped her tears furiously with the the sleeves of her top. I couldn't let her go now, not after everything we've been through. The laughs, the jokes and even the fights. "I can drop out of it right now. Just please, please let me explain." I said softly, brushing my hands against her wet cheek. She stepped back and shook her head, "no Zayn. It's not about whether u stop this crap or not, it's about what you've been doing to me behind my back all this time!" She said, raising her voice a little. "Just leave me alone. And everything will be fine." She added. This was my chance to tell her how I feel, to tell her what's been going on in my mind, to tell her my feelings towards her. "I-I..." I sighed and bit my lip to stop myself from crying. "Good bye Zayn." And with that, she turned around to walk away. "But I love you..." I whispered quietly, but loud enough for Skylynn to stop in her tracks.

[BOOK 2 OF PULSE, ONGOING] They made it out, but now they're on the run, caught in a dangerous game with no allies and no clear path forward. Fighting to regain their freedom, they face a growing web of secrets, betrayals, and deceptions that threatens the one thing they thought they would always have: each other. -- "Ever wonder what drives you to act on impulse?" I look up and see him standing behind me. Our gazes lock through the mirror, and a chill runs up my spine. His eyes are dark, filled with a dangerous intensity that makes my heart race. "Every decision you make in the heat of the moment," he says, his voice a seductive whisper, "reveals something deeper." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, suicide, addiction, self harm, torture, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

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.*

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

"That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed, princesa," Harry growled, his thumb and forefinger gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. He'd caged me against walls countless times, but this time the rage inside me burned hotter than ever. "If you're gonna fucking kill me, then do it already," I snapped, my voice dripping with exaggerated boredom as I rolled my eyes. "Because you're taking a God awful long time-" Before I could finish, his lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath, my words, my thoughts. His body pinned me against the wall, obliterating every sliver of space between us. My fingers clenched his belt loops, holding on for dear life as the kiss turned wild-teeth clashing, breaths colliding. His hand slipped under my shirt, rough fingers grazing my waist, setting my skin alight. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream, Eliana," he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unrelenting hunger. ----- 18+ Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content © All Rights Reserved