Zayn Malik is ready to make life miserable for Syreena, ready to throw bombs that will inflict pain, and ready to get his bittersweet revenge on her. And Syreena is ready for this battle, ready to hold her ground, and ready to rip Zayn Malik apart. Both want their revenge, instead this game of theirs turns out to be a cocktail of hatred, jealousy, lust, obsession, addiction, family, and love. And who said love was easy when in truth, it’s the biggest bitch of all. Sequel to Malik’s Stripper.

(Zayn Malik fanfiction)

I'm just a girl who loves to study. I love to get good grades and I don't mind people calling me a nerd. That changed when I got closer to Harry...the school's 'bad boy' . Tatted body, piercings, baggy jeans, 3 packets of sigarettes a day, alcohol, drugs, parties... how did I even end up getting close to somebody like him? ...

Emily Hall wasn't really a normal fourteen year old. She lived in an orphanage since she was younger. She had secrets, she kept her tragic past hidden in the dark. Locked away where no one could find it. She didn't have any friends or family. She didn't get along with people, most never even bothered to try to talk to her. Whats most different about her though, was that she didn't want to get adopted. She wanted to be left alone. Well, unfortunatly for her; a certain boyband isn't going to let her be. Her entire world changes the moment they step into the orphanage.

Well this is different, I thought to myself, as I stared at the 5 boys now standing in front of me.The grins were long gone from their faces, and a new dumb-founded expression was now playing across their features. "You never told them I was gonna be a girl, did you ?" I narrowed my eyes at Simon, while nudging Val, who was clearly trying not to laugh at the boys expressions. ------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm Rickie. Just turned 18, finished my exams, got an awesome new motorcycle, and I'm currently heading over to England to study law and psychology at Oxford University, and finally start training in the London police department with my overprotective, idiot of a twin brother (Who I love to bits, but he doesn't need to know that) Everything had been prearranged and was supposed to be a simple matter of settling in our newly bought apartment, focusing on my education whilst attending training, and overall, carrying on in a NORMAL manner. What really happened couldn't have been further from the truth. Being hired as a personal bodyguard for a world famous boy band who I was supposed to be protecting from a series of seemingly unconnected "Accidents", whilst refraining my own brother from seriously harming any of them because of the fact they keep hitting on me - wasn't really on my agenda when I thought about the things that I would be doing when I got here. Did I mention I was also currently living with them ? Or that one of them has a burning desire to smother me in possessiveness ? No ? Make that all of them.

What would you do if you were assigned a pen pal for English class that you want nothing to be apart of? What if that pen pal happened to be Niall Horan, 1/5 of the band that you absolutely hate? When Rachel Smith finds out, her life becomes anything but normal. *this was my first fanfic so it's not my absolute best sorry*

[second book in the criminal series] Zayn hasn't changed a bit. He's still the same bad boy I fell in love with, but this time, he loves me, too. Sounds perfect right? Waiting for the happily ever after? Well, it's a little more complicated than that... They say nothing safe is worth the drive, but you can't reverse a bullet from a gun... Full Description and Trailer inside. [COMPLETE AND UNEDITED]

Young 19 year old Jamie Pearson thinks she has life figured out. She's in college, dating a hunky navy seal, and has in her mind, the almost perfect life. That is until one morning, a quick run to the grocery store, changes her life forever.

HER She is laying in bed with the door locked, the curtains are drawn and the light's off. The Notebook is in the DVD player. An empty tub of ice cream is on the floor next to dozens of crumpled tissues. She's got her music blasting so loud no one can hear her sobs. Her fingertips are smudged with black from wiping away mascara-stained tears. She's replaying their last conversation, thinking "I'll never get him back." HIM He is sitting on the edge of his bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn and the light's off. Call of Duty is in the Xbox, the controller is lying on the cold floor, right beneath the spot where he nearly punched the wall in his own frustration. He's got the music blasting so loud, so nobody can hear his cries. His hair's a mess from running his hands through it, and he's replaying their last conversation, thinking "She'll never take me back." ---------- Just like any other normal teenage girl, Annalise falls for the one and only Harry Styles, and she falls hard. However, unlike most teenage girls, Annalise doesn't fall for his looks. Why? Because she is blind. Secrets are kept, lies are told, but will Annalise forever be Oblivious?

Don't get mad. Get Even.