In which she controls him although he holds more power than she ever could. Inhale™ All rights reserved to @Exquisites © (Link to playlist and trailer in profile bio!)

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 ***

In which she finally has all the power, and he is nothing compared to it. All Rights Reserved to Exquisites, Wattpad.

"You are the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me, you bastard. I need you but I can't have you. I love you but I hate you. There is something about you that is so irresistible, but also something about you that makes me wonder why you aren't a drug. You are so addicting, yet so deadly." Runaway™ © exquisites. All rights reserved. A/N: I wrote this as a doe-eyed 14 year old who was pretty average at writing. If you're looking for a deeper plot and better writing, feel free to check out my most recent stuff! Otherwise, enjoy.

❝he's grey and skylar's color and they complement each other like hot rain on dry asphalt.❞ in which he has ptsd and doesn't do well with change. until her, that is. - I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN, OKAY. BE NICE. - all rights reserved 2013 © cathartics

Sophie Carter is a model who finds herself falling in love with Zayn. What happens when the two of them get together and get thrown obstacles, such as their careers and their exes. Will they stay together? Or will the fall apart? Read to find out! based on the song Back To Life and the album Icarus Falls. Previously #1 in Zayn Fanfic and #1 in Icarus Falls

"Whatever this is, it doesn't have to be complicated."

"Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving." ― Nayyirah Waheed A thrilling and toxic love story, in which a woman falls for a man who isn't hers. UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY

What happens when you meet the one person you relate with the most? All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, message the writer for confirmation of the above. This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2016 by oliviia.natorii

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.