"I love you," he breathes. He takes hold of my face, his eyes exploring mine. "Do you?" ×××××××××××××××××××××××× 1 week. 7 days. 168 hours. To conquer Zayn. Why? To win 3.5 million dollars. The problem? Zayn doesn't believe in true love anymore. Will Justin win?

Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. (Cover made by @UniquelyOrdinary)

He wore leather jackets, she wore a menace on her face. She decided to protect him from his demise, he decided he was better off without her. Zayn Javadd Malik was falling unconditionally for this new girl at work. It seemed stupid until he found her to be more than a just work fling. A mate. Gloria Edward Robinson was the girl with a sparkle in her eyes and magic in her fingers, literally. She was born with a guilt and duty to protect her people. From the monster, from the most vicious Practitioner of magic. How will they settle in the Cacophony of each others' lives? How, when she blames him for everything wrong with hers? ~A Zayn Malik fanfiction. Check the 'Prologue' to find out more. Cover credits: @tannlove3 This book contains magic, cute protagonist flings, and immensely adorable Zayn. No sexual content but intimate hand holding and nose kissing, while Zayn breaks the fourth wall more often than not. Read at readers' discretion.

You can become thrown out of context when you develop feelings for your best friend. No one else in the world exists except your best friend. No ones opinion matters except your best friend. You only want to talk to someone and that's your best friend. The worst part of it all is that they'll never notice your signals, your texts, your flirting attempts. They look at you just as if you're their best friend. They'll look at you as if you have your eyes set on someone else but won't notice that the person in your eyes is them. And the worst part, the true worst part is. You'll always just be.... Their bestfriend.

I'll never forget that day. That day the doctor told me, I, Niall Horan, had cancer. Cancer. That awful, deadly disease that we all pray we never have to live with. I had it. It was there. Living, growing inside me like a weed. Tearing me apart, sucking the life out of me, trying to destroy me mentally and physically, trying to kill me from the inside out. Somehow I got it. Somehow my nearly perfect life was suddenly turned upside down. This is my life now. I'm just a shell of a person riddled with cancer being suffocated by doctors. All I can do now is try and be one of the few that make it of the battle between life and death alive. *this book contains mild language that may not be appropriate for all audiences* ~*~ "This fic is awesome I love all of it, like we're on the 27 chapter an it's as exciting or even more than the first one it never loses the drama and it's a different love story, brotherly love that makes it special!" ~@Horan3044 "I've cried so much throughout this book" ~@daddynhoran "You've successfully made me cry, well done" ~@Abistringer1 "I've become addicted to your books!" ~@magconando2I "WHHHHHHHY It's so good but so sad!" ~NicoleRankin1 "OMG I literally am crying a fooking river right now. HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!!" ~@LarryStylionson9491 "Haha at the start I was a teary mess and at the end I was laughing really hard! Great job" ~@Horan3044 Can't get enough of my books? Follow me on Instagram & Twitter for bonus chapters and unpublished scenes from my books @NiallsJournalWatty & @NiallsJournall Este libro está disponible en español en la cuenta de @Horan3044 !!!

Cassandra Lowe's parents seem to be always working, making them leave behind their two children with relatives far more then they would like. When Cassie's father gets a call for him and his wife to take a trip to Australia, thousands of miles away from their children. They accept the offer but know they can't leave their seventeen and eight year old with their grandmother since she was recently bedridden. The couple decide to intrust Cassandra to watch after her little brother with the help from an assistant caretaker who would make daily trips to see them. The pair was pleased with their arrangements, but when the sitter is late the couple must leave before meeting the woman who will be taking care of their children for the next week. With slight hesitation, the couple leave, boarding a plane, assuming the elderly lady would arrive sooner or later, but little did they know they hired a dangerous psychopath killer named Harry Styles. Will Cassandra and Ben escape the harmful hands of their psychotic sitter? Or has he already set his eyes on the young and pure Cassandra...? -COMPLETED- • NO TRANSLATIONS • Description updated on 1/29/17 Highest Ranks: #11 FanFiction #16 Mystery/Thriller Editor : @GrumpyKatx Cover by: @navigate Trailer by: @cuddlingashton Copyright© 2014 _Discovered_

"Please, please!" My hoarse voice broke as I cried out. "Oh darling, the worst is yet to come." Don't walk home alone, they said. Something bad is bound to happen, they said. But they were all so, so wrong. I never walked home alone, because he was always following me. Something bad didn't happen, something far, far worse did. Being kidnapped is one of the most terrifying experiences ever, but being kidnapped, help at gun point, used, abused, beaten and lied to by the leader of one of London's biggest gangs, Harry Styles, a killer, is a fear far greater than any I have ever known.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."