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.

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 ***

"Your scruff, it itches." "Maybe it does, but you love it, especially in between your thighs." Or when a man of twenty-five years old becomes infatuated with his young neighbor [All Rights Reserved]

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]