SWEAT FOR ME - ZAYN MALIK A novel inspired by Zayn's song : SWEAT She didn't choose this life. One night changed everything-her mother's debts sealed her fate. Sold to a man she had only seen on screens, a man the world worships. Now, she belongs to him. Zayn Malik-global superstar by day, ruthless mafia boss by night. The world sees the charming singer, the heartthrob who sets stadiums on fire. But behind the curtain, in the dark corners of the underworld, he is something else entirely. Dangerous. Untouchable. In control. She never wanted this life, never wanted to be under his mercy. But escape is impossible. He owns her. Body and soul. And Zayn? He isn't just keeping her locked away. He's claiming her. Whispering his obsession in every lyric. Watching her every move. Teaching her what it truly means to belong to him. But when the stage lights dim and the truth bleeds through, she realizes one thing-Zayn's world is far more terrifying than she ever imagined. And the most dangerous part? She might not want to run anymore.

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv

"You are the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me, you bastard. I need you but I can't have you. I love you but I hate you. There is something about you that is so irresistible, but also something about you that makes me wonder why you aren't a drug. You are so addicting, yet so deadly." Runaway™ © exquisites. All rights reserved. A/N: I wrote this as a doe-eyed 14 year old who was pretty average at writing. If you're looking for a deeper plot and better writing, feel free to check out my most recent stuff! Otherwise, enjoy.

When you've crossed every line possible. Where does that leave you? Zayn and Melony have been through a lot, trying to find themselves and each other. Things seem to be going well for them. It almost seems too 'good to be true' at times. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. Will it last, or will the lines they crossed before, come back to haunt them? Sequel to Crossed Lines. Rankings: # 23 in malik out of 46.7K stories # 50 in zayn out of 77.1K stories # 60 in zaynmalik out of 57.8K stories # 198 in interracial out of 20.3K stories # 417 in Mature out of 83K stories # 1 in Melony out of 56 Stories

Sometimes love can get tainted, it just happens out of nowhere... (completed) warning: typos galore! Unedited. - HIGHEST RANKINGS! Zayn #1 Selena #2 Zayn #5 Mafia #15 Possessive #26 Selena #10

All she wanted was a distraction, a casual night of fun with hopes it blurs her mind of all her worries and struggles, even just for one night. Velorina is a nineteen year old girl who attends one careless night of The Turning Tour with her best friend. And that night feels like the start of an eternity. She gets wrapped into the underground world of a boyband that is here to stay. She's heard the rumors and the screams. She's seen the blood and videos that never see the light of day. She's felt the curiosity and the lingering questions this boyband leaves in their path. And when the curtain falls, she'll discover that not all myths should be forgotten, and even shadows have stories. The goal of this band isn't just to be heartthrobs. started: 05/10/25 finished: ?

In which she controls him although he holds more power than she ever could. Inhale™ All rights reserved to @Exquisites © (Link to playlist and trailer in profile bio!)

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 ***