I have done many bad things in my past life. And as punishment I am now the damned. I can see love but not be loved. I can see happiness but not be happy. I can see the glory but will never be glorified. But when I saw her. I knew I wanted her. Did I want her as a person? No, I wanted to watch her die that night. But what can I say, old habits die hard. I did see something in those cold blue eyes of hers. Something that made me want to give her a chance. I guess this is when the poison had first started to spread..... (This book contains graphic content, gore. And sexual moments yes this may seem like American horror story season one but my own plot I hope you all will enjoy...) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO FRENCHIEMINX69© ALL COPY RIGHT ALONG WITH CHARACTERS AND PLOT BELONG TO THE RIGHTFUL AUTHOR (#3 for Zayn Malik fanfiction)

"There's no such thing as soul mates. I mean just because someone is perfect for you doesn't mean you're meant to be with them. The thing about love is that it's unexpected - the best kind anyway."

[ZAKOŃCZONE] Elle chciała umrzeć. Zayn myślał, że może ją uratować.

✖ She lived her life in the luxurious avenues of Manhattan. He lived his life in the graffiti filled streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. They had lived merely one subway stop apart their entire life, but with a world of difference. trailer by @validus Copyrights 2013 © arietem