“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ― Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral's Kiss

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

Elizabeth is a normal, seventeen year old girl. She seems confident and strong on the outside, but on the inside, she's broken. Her step-dad started abusing her after her mother died, that was eight years ago. She was forced to move to Ireland with her step-dad. Elizabeth is ready to give up on everything. When she gets to Ireland, she meets a new hope... And hopefully, he can be the light in her darkness. ~*~ Warning: This story will contain: language, self-harm, abuse, suicidal thoughts, and sexual content. If you don't like reading that kind of stuff, please do not read this(:

Arrachée des rues, Abby est vendue à l'un des hommes les plus riches, les plus puissants et attirant dans le monde, Zayn Malik. Abby aurait facilement été une autre esclave, forcée d'exécuter tous les ordres de Zayn. Excepté une chose. Abby possédait quelque chose de sacré. Quelque chose à laquelle, même l'homme le plus puissant, manipulateur, et beau ne pouvait jouer avec.