Over one hundred years into the future, corruption has wreaked havoc on the overwhelming majority of rulers and governments. What once used to be a free world, now is dominated by the Government - consisting of a small handful of Owners. Owners like Zayn. The rest of the population is enslaved. There is no in-between; no middle class. Either you're wealthy, or you're bound within the chains of slavery. If you're lucky, you might be able to live a few years, maybe even your whole life well hidden - free - but in fear. But if you're like Abigail, your smallest mistake could become your biggest nightmare. Snatched off the streets, Abby is sold to one of the richest, most powerful and attractive men in the world, Zayn Malik. Abby would've easily been another female slave, forced to do Zayn's every bidding. Except for one thing. Abby held something sacred. Something that even the most powerful, manipulative, and handsome man wouldn't mess with.

When someone slowly starts to change you, is it for your own good or for their own pleasure? When you take a good girl and a badboy together, what do you get? A perfect recipe for disaster or a fun, spontaneous adventure? So what do you do when you have had enough? Enough of being treated like a baby and not living for yourself? You do the exact opposite of what they expect you to do. And he showed me how to do it. * Martin Garrix AU//Completely fiction.//Only translate if asking me first.//Includes mature scenes without warning.

"We in this together. You and me baby. All the way." 》 》 》 - For ages 16+ - Contains violence, strong language, sexual nature and contraband.

[One Night Book 2] Tonight, everything will change. Tonight, she will discover his darkest secret.

After a tragic loss, Zayn Malik is left alone to care for his four year old daughter, Allison. With a shady past, and a new head on his shoulders, how much can Zayn cope on his own while balancing his career and his innocent daughter? *** You've seen Zayn and Victorias love story and now see Zayn grow as a father without Victoria.

"Hello again, Cassandra." The letters pop up on my phone screen, as I search frantically for the source he's coming from. "We meet again." I ignore his taunts and continue to type, scrolling through the endless list of files and numbers that could lead to him. My palms already feel clammy, and sweaty while my heart can't seem to slow down in the slightest. I rushed home as fast as I could, and logged on to connect his messages to my database. But a weird feeling hits me, as if this is what he wants. What he's planned all along. "That's a lovely dress you're wearing." He adds, and I stop in my tracks, glancing down between my phone, and the dress I'm wearing. "Red truly is your color." "You're watching me?" I whisper, hoping I'm just talking to myself in this room. "No, my dear. I'm simply admiring you."

"So baby... how about that good time you promised?" "For the last fucking time you horny pervert, I'm not a phone hooker!" "Oh? So humor me then. Why did I find your phone number written in the local phone booth, with the label 'Asian Persuasion: Call me, for a guaranteed good time'?" "Fuck my life." "How about I fuck you instead?" Or, the one where a prank gone wrong was one of the best and the worst things that happened in Zayn Malik's so called mediocre life.

Revenge was all I had. He had everything of mine. He had my strength, my dignity and my heart. I wasn't one for vengeance but that's all he trained me for while I was captive. My wish to pull the trigger, will come true by midnight tonight. // Since Zayn Malik, Alissa has been clouded into insanity. Although she's free from her captivity for a few months now, she can't help but feel as if there's a dark cloud still lingering over her. Revenge is all she wants. // A very dark, dark Zayn fan fiction. If rape, human trafficking, sexual material or abuse offends you, this is not a story for you. If you're expecting a bubbly, happy romance, you thought wrong. Read at your own risk. (Part 2, Malik.)

WARNING: This contains mature content such as sex, drugs, violence. Zoe Fray has just moved to Bradford when she meets Zayn - a guy from her neighborhood who's got the looks of a Calvin Klein model, and an arrogant yet alluring bad boy attitude. For some reason Zoe quickly catches Zayn's eye, and when he starts using his irresistible charm on her, Zoe's new friends tell her to stay away from him, saying he has a bad reputation including drugs, crimes and girls. Can Zoe trust him and put up with his bad reputation or is he really nothing but trouble?

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.