He was disturbed, cruel and a chaotic mess. He was like the dark; distant. He always seemed so confident and carefree, you could see it the way he carried himself, but was he really all that? He was a dead man walking, selfishly using people for his own benefit. It had always been like that, when was the time for a change? She was the opposite; a blooming red rose in a field of daisies. She was generous - she kept overwatering plants simply because she didn't know when to stop giving and her laughter wasn't any less than a blessing. She sought the good in people and often ended up with salty cheeks from the many disappointments life offered her. "I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter *** Warning: This story will contain mature content such as sexual content, strong words and violence.

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 him from going any further and worsening his canvas. My body - his canvas.

His eyes were deep and dark and captivating. His silence said much more than any words he could've spoken. Why was Kaya so drawn to Zayn? Why did she feel like she needed to know more about him and his life? It was a nagging feeling that she had. "Speak to him," it told her. "Get to know him more. Unravel him." So she did. But little did Kaya know, that the twisted life of Zayn Malik was something she would soon regret being entangled in. - ** The ongoing sequel to Entangled is now on my page - hope you enjoy! **

We crave what we can't have, fall for ones we can't have, can't control our feelings... but that's the beauty in it, despite predicting the coming downfall. "Things forbidden have a secret charm." EDITED. First book I wrote, try not to be as hard on me. Began: 03.2015 Ended: 26.02.2016 Warning: This story will contain mature content such as: explicit language, violence, drugs, death, and sexual content. Don't read if you're uncomfortable. This writing is for entertainment purposes only. All rights reserved ©Zaynsbabez 2015

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

The prince was born in his mother's lavish rooms three days before I emerged on the dingy floor of the ale house. He's a royal . . . she isn't. But the secret friendship that began in childhood grows into something much deeper -- and much more dangerous. Harry Styles and original character. Rated Mature for graphic sexual content. Some chapters may have difficult content. Historical accuracy is dubious at best. Just having some sexy fun. trust the spark.

maybe he can help me touch.

She dreamt of him, and that they kissed. Althought it wasn't real, she still would wake up breathless. Translations: None

Rupture: [noun] a separation into parties or within a party; a schism. In a world of destruction, riot, and division, she was set to kill all, stopping at none. Then he came along, and he reminded her of what it was like to feel. When everybody else chose the rupture, they chose to unite.

"Death is not scary. Its where you'll be if you ever leave me" He growled in my ear. I whimpered and stared at him in horror. "I- um... OK" I stammered scared of what would happen if I said no or tell him to get away from me. He gave me a hard stare before pulling out of his house. "Tell anyone and you'll be swimming with the sharks" He pushed me into his black Range Rover and drove me home, once we were in front of my house I turned to look at him once more. "Don't forget what I said Raelynn." he said without even glancing my way. I was about to get out of the car when he grabbed my wrist, "do I not get a kiss goodbye, love?"