This is the Sequel to Dark. This is not mine it belongs to han-rawr on tumblr.

This is by H28 on onedirectionfanfiction.com it's wonderful and I hope you like it as much as me. Recommended for 17+

19 year old Adrian is finally able to walk out of his dark tunnel and into the light, but not in the way he hoped. Now that he's finally out of the place that held him as a prisoner for 4 years, things are different. He doesn't live where he used to, he doesn't have his old job, and a certain person dear to him, has died. 20 year old Liam is carefree, outgoing, and all around a good person. He loves his life and the people in it. When a certain person attempts to exit his life things become different. People are cut off, old ways are exactly that, and boundaries are crossed. Join these two men as they go through the throws of pain, joy, happines, and whatever comes with being them. Join them on the journey of cleaning up the broken glass left from all the destruction.

Elliot is, and has always been, stuck in his home town. Sure, it's a fairly large city. Sure, all his family and friends are there. Sure, he has a job he absolutely adores. But he still isn't happy. No matter how much he loves working in Auntie Mae's Tea shop, baking cakes day in and day out, he can't find it in himself to be happy. He knows exactly what's wrong; he has a dream. His dream is to one day move to Paris and open his own bakery. Baking is his passion, and he wants to devote his life to it. The only problem is that he can't seem to get away from his current life to start a new one. He once told himself his studies were holding him back. When he was done with those, he used the excuse of renovating the entire Tea Shop. Then, when he finally couldn't find any more excuses, he gave up. He knew he was waiting for something to happen. The problem? He didn't know what. But what about that man who recently started visiting the shop? He definitely wasn't one of the regulars; his face, you would recognize. He comes every evening at six o'clock, and stays for an hour. Could he be what Elliot is waiting for? *Deals with self-esteem issues which I've been told might be triggering*

"All CJ knew was that Quinn was different, and in Bayside, different didn't come around too often." A police sergeant at age 25, CJ Thomas was always destined for greatness. Every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be on him. But that really wasn't CJ's thing. Nothing was really CJ's thing. Until the kid wearing beat-up Nikes and a Pink Floyd T-shirt stepped into his station--in handcuffs, nonetheless. From that day on, CJ had a thing. And it was going to be so much more trouble then it was worth.

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.

Power. Permission. Control. Consent. Truth. Trust. Welcome to The Red Door, a popular BDSM club in Chicago owned by Master Matthias Daniels (Yes! Many of you already know Master Matthias and his submissive Lane from Loving His Submission by @PrinceKenzie). Many would say the backbone of any successful BDSM enterprise would be it's submissives. Where would the Dominants be without them? Meet Ashton, Tommy, Payton, Christopher and Tai, a group of friends who've nicknamed themselves The Sub Club - all new to the scene and currently unattached, they seem to end up together most often at the table on the main floor that has been unofficially reserved for this quirky group of subs. Read as they come to terms with their different reasons for choosing this lifestyle, fight their insecurities, expose their inner demons and play out their deepest fantasies. A Coming of Age story? Perhaps...or, just a bunch of young guys trying to find themselves. With friends Lane, Denny and Dylan along with other "collared" submissives as their examples and offering the occasional guidance, you can be sure The Sub Club will be a mix of drama, humor and romance THIS STORY IS UPDATED ON SATURDAYS, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF EVERY FOURTH SATURDAY WHICH IS TSC's DAY OFF, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUOUSLY ASK ME WHEN THE NEXT UPDATE IS. IT WILL BE POSTED IN A SCHEDULE OF THREE SATURDAYS ON, ONE SATURDAY OFF. PAISLEY WILL ANNOUNCE ON HER PAGE THE SATURDAY'S THAT ARE OFF, THE WEEK BEFORE IF YOU'RE NOT SURE.

When Bianca's father dies her whole life plunges into a deep dark hole. Now her heart is half gone, it went with her father so she can always be with him. When she most needs her boyfriend Rick to comfort her, he cheats on her and now the other half of her heart is broken, never to get back together again. Or is it? To make matters worse her mother starts staying out super late and always coming back in the morning looking a hot mess. She soon meets a new boy, who seems to practically read her like a book. He gets her, he understands her, he loves her. But both Bianca and Chris have secrets, secrets that can kill, and break hearts.

"Who are you?" I asked, wincing when I heard my voice tremble in fear. A sad smile appeared on his pale lips. "I thought maybe you would remember me." He let go of my wrist entirely and allowed his shoulders to fall. Hearing the scrambling of chairs behind me, I craned my neck and saw the others rise from the table. The group of ten or so individuals made an imposing sight, and all I could think of was to get away as fast as I could. They didn't look scary, but something was off. I could feel it. I was certain. As I dashed, I saw one a few other students ignoring those guys completely, and that's when it hit me. No one else could see them. My skin began to prickle, and fear crept up my spine and neck. I ran.