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

"Skin like porcelain, hair silky and long, manners be perfect, or you'll surely be gone." (cover by moonxriver)

❝You drive me absolutely insane, you know that angel?❞ // © bradfvrds

Zayn malik is a bad boy; he smokes, lives in a house with his also not-so-good friends and tries to take advantage of every girl that passes by. In the othe end, Valerie Hudson is a grownded, not-so-popular, school nerd. Once Zayn takes her as a challenge, he doesn't want to let her go, but she was not an easy person, and totally not the kind of person to hang out with him. What happens when two drastically different worlds collide? Do opposites attract after all?