_ 'Insomnia is technically a sleep disorder. I consider it torture of your own brain's design. The self-sabotage of your control system screwing you over in one of the cruellest ways possible. It is the feeling of knowing you are going to die, but death never comes. It is more than no sleep, it is no rest. No clarifi...
Revenge was all I had. He had everything of mine. He had my strength, my dignity and my heart. I wasn't one for vengeance but that's all he trained me for while I was captive. My wish to pull the trigger, will come true by midnight tonight. // Since Zayn Malik, Alissa has been clouded into insanity. Although she...
Despite having it all, the money, the fame, the love he was broken. What happens when a boy with a dark present meets a girl with a dark past? Who will be their light? "You can't fix something this broken when the pieces are missing." She whispered and all he could do was stare at her eyes that reminded him of what he...
He brought his mouth next to my ear, and whispered how much he loved me, sending chills down my spine. I put my arms around him when he pulled me closer, hugging him with all I had, because this was my little heaven ** Bella Evans didn't expect Zayn Malik to come into her life and turn it upside down, nor did she expe...
At 12, Daisy found out she had a crush on Zayn. At 13, Daisy realized that the thing she had for Zayn was more than just a crush. At 14, Daisy was hopelessly in love with Zayn. At 15, Daisy started fantasizing her and Zayn being in a relationship. At 16, Daisy was tired of hiding her feelings from Zayn so she decided...
reckless (ˈrɛklɪs) adj 1. having or showing no regard for danger or consequences
Vodka on her lips. Blue dye in her hair. No place to stay. No more of daddy's money. She wasn't living out her "rebel phase" like everyone claimed, she was trying to live out freedom. Well guess what? Freedom fucking sucked. | Zayn Malik AU | © All rights reserved. This story, or any section thereof may not be reprodu...
"Tell me your mine." he demands. Her eyes drop and she turns her head. His hands wraps in her hair so she can't look away. "I don't care if you're lying, just say you're mine" Her emerald green eyes hold his stare for what seemed like forever. Breathing heavy, her voice rings out. "I'm yours" And she wasn't lying.
[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...
After a night of wild partying at a frat house in NYC, Zayn Malik's world suddenly changes in a way he never imagined. And if you ask him, Charlie Dunn is responsible. And as for a seemingly nobody like Charlie, her world is completely different and entirely separate from Zayn's-or so she thinks. But what happens when...
they weren't sure if they were in love with each other or in love with the idea of being in love with each other.
You don't know what's out in the world, until you witness it yourself. It may be hard to believe, but it becomes something you can't deny. He's not human. He's selfish, cocky and arrogant. She's human. She's guarded, hardheaded and stubborn. Her world was never supposed to collide with his. She was never supposed to f...
In which cool kids don't dance, but they sure do fall in love. (slow updates)
"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. H...
"You meet a lot of temporary people in this lifetime, I don't want you to be one of them."
"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."
Nothing but intoxication. Nothing but a cold soul in the middle of the night, when the moon is at it's highest and his glass is at his lowest. When his hand raises, it's enough for me to beg on my knees. It's enough for me to fend for myself, to stop myself from saying anything that intensifies his anger, to stop h...
Is it wrong for me to express this kind of feeling welcomely? Is it wrong for me to even anticipate the thrive of it's bite, the snap of it's vicious venom, the feeling it gives me when it bites into my skin. Tell me I'm psychotic for falling for something so wrong, yet feels so right? Tell me. Tell me, I'm still th...
