[COMPLETED] ❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞ Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an illegal street racer, and he wants her, but he's dangerous. He comes tumbling into her life, and everything is suddenly strewn about. What happens when one of Arielle's friends falls for her? What happens when Zayn gets twisted up with the wrong people? It's a story about lust, lies, and a love that develops at supersonic speeds, but suffers dire consequences. ➳ In which he loves nothing more than cars and winning, until he meets her. * Hypersonic is not a prequel nor sequel to this book. It is a re-imagination of it. Either can be read in either order (although it's not necessary to read Supersonic to understand Hypersonic and vice versa). I'd recommend reading Supersonic before Hypersonic, just because of certain character appearances that will make more sense, but again, it's not necessary! WARNING: This story has scenes of violence, mature content, sexual content, drug use/references and foul language, so please read at your own discretion. ALSO: Thank you for offers, but I do NOT allow translations. I apologize, but it's for my own personal reasons. Please respect my choice ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: there is mention of rape and/or sexual assault in this story Started: January 30, 2014 Completed: October 29, 2016

Harry doesn't know if he can trust anyone anymore after being broken by many men in his life, including his own father. But what happens when he catches himself falling for a musician who he'd never expect to ever fall for him back. *Instagram Story Low Level Model Harry Musician Zayn*

In the world of the wealthy and powerful, an angel finds herself in need of protection, she is assigned a bodyguard - a beautiful and mysterious man. A man with secrets, but one who is determined to keep such an angel safe at all costs. She is drawn to him despite her better judgement, some excitement, some light into such a dark and dangerous life. // "We can't," I whispered, being the one to break the silence between us. The air between our faces was so thick it was almost as if it wasn't there anymore, I could hardly take in a breath. Everything was so warm, and the longer we spent like this, our lips just hovering an inch from each other, I became so much more aware of every way his body was touching mine. I hated him. We hated each other. Yet here we were, desperate to touch. "I know," Was all he said in response, darting his eyes down to my lips again, a small smirk on his face. Out of desperation, the way he had already got me so wound up, my body was overwhelmed by too many feelings. My hands travelled down from where I was grasping his biceps, I soothed my palms down his sides, his warm skin, before I was holding his hips, right above the waist band of the grey sweatpants he had on. He let out a low hum of approval, and a slow smirk spread across his face as soon as he realised what I was doing. His eyes met mine again and he tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He then blew out a slow breath, and the smirk on his face only grew wider before he whispered, "Fuck it." *** i loved you as icarus loved the sun. *** Start date - May 5 2022 ***

Özgüven sorunu olan asosyal Rosie' nin tek dostları Niall, sanal arkadaşı Finn, internet ve dondurmaydı. Fakat hayatına giren bir barmen ve rock grubu her şeyi aynı yapmayacak. 22716

Gece Kuşu Efsanesi der ki: "Karanlık, vişne reçeli gibidir. Yemesi çok zevklidir ama eğer üzerinize bulaşırsa, bir daha asla geçiremezsiniz."

"Sadece yanlış sonuçlanmış bir sahneyi değiştirip, olması gerektiği gibi sonlandıracağız... Senaryoyu değiştireceğiz." Space #3. Kitap

Bu her şeyin başlangıcı. Hayatıma girişin, beni ele geçirişin, beni ben yapman, benim olman... Space #2. Kitap.

Kimseyi tanımadığın bir boşlukta kime güvenebilirsin? #1. Kitap

"Ben boğulurken yağmur yağıyordu."

Mavi gözleri yaşlarla ıslak olmasına rağmen kalbi ve ruhu bir çöl kadar kuru ve ıssızdı. Mutluluğa ulaşmak için çırpınan kanatları yeni bir engele takılmıştı. Elime bir kitap verdi. Tam 365 sayfaydı ve, bizi anlatıyordu. "Her gün bir sayfa okumanı istiyorum,"dedi. Gözyaşları yanağını ıslatarak boynuna ulaştı. Ağlamamak için direndim ancak nafileydi. Onu sıkıca kendime çekerek cenetten bir parçaymış gibi hissettiren kokusunu içime çektim. Bir süre ağladı, ta ki cümlesine devam edecek gücü kendinde bulana kadar. "Ve bitirdiğinde," dedi. Devam etmesini istemiyordum çünkü sözcükleri kalbimde asırlarca kapanmayacak bir yara açacaktı. "Ben sonsuz bir yolculukta olacağım."