"He started shaking and looked me dead in the eye. 'I love you and I'm sorry.' Tears streaked his face and he never once looked away from me..." Gretchen Rivers your small hometown girl with a crazy past, meets Zayn Malik, a bad boy attending the same college. From the first Hello, to the last, Gretchen was hooked. But for how long? Zayn's the bad boy with many secrets. As they break down each other's walls, will they still have strong feelings for one another? Find out about Gretchen and Zayn's twisted love story in "the gang" WARNING: SENSITIVE THEMES

❝Guns and trust, they're the same--you get one shot at each. You snooze,❞ He puffs out the smoke of his cigarette in rings, breasting the cold air of the night bravely for a moment. ❝You lose.❞ ••• Highest rankings: #1 in Zigi #1 in Mi6 #1 in spy #16 in Ncis Cover credits go to the amazingly talented @exoskjd 《May contain intense violence scenes and strong language》

Two young criminals on the run meet by chance becoming the unstoppable duo at the top of the FBI most wanted list.

"You meet a lot of temporary people in this lifetime, I don't want you to be one of them."

"No matter where I go or who I meet, I will always be uncontrollably, helplessly, foolishly in love with you."

"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."

Here is Zayn and Arielle's life after all the abuse ended. They have children and somewhat happy thoughts... (If you didn't read Wicked Games, you have to in order to understand the plot and setting)

"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

"And are you ready?" I asked quietly, my voice peaceful and calm as I looked down at my husband's face. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." He replied to me, a small smile gracing his lips. "This is only the beginning, baby," he mumbled lowly, pressing his mouth to my belly and starting a riot in my heart. *** Continuation of January.