The minute Zayn walked into my life, he changed everything for me. The question is; was it for better or for worse? Cover by: -kyavhill

"He brings me to his room every night. But when daylight appears, He disappears." ... Zayn Malik, 22, the youngest, most good looking, billionaire alive. Women want him and men envy him. He has everything and just one thing he doesn't... A girl to come home to. He needed someone to give him what he needs. Satisfying sex. And so he found Aimee Carter. A part time waitress who's desperately in need of the same thing he needs to escape her stress. In the morning she goes to the university while the rest of the day she'd work at a small restaurant and then the rest of the night she'd be with HIM. What if one day Aimee might've found the one and wants to stop this agreement with Zayn? Will Zayn be jealous? [WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AND BAD LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 16+]

~its like screaming and no one can hear you.~

"it wasn't even sexual, he was just...feeling me. like all he wanted was...to touch."

"The best things in life are free." In which two people find themselves together on an unlikely vacation. © charismatize [2016]

"Skin like porcelain, hair silky and long, manners be perfect, or you'll surely be gone." (cover by moonxriver)

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! **

In the land of Genovia, there ruled the highly respected Malik family. The only son of the royal family was the handsome prince, Zayn Malik. He was sent away to do his schooling at a very young age. Now at the age of twenty-one with a degree in Literature, he was finally returning home. The entire city was excited and getting ready for the prince's arrival. A few miles from the castle, lived a beautiful common girl by the name of Genevieve Bell. Her mother worked as a maid in the castle. Genevieve herself had never been inside the castle. She only listened to her mother's stories about the grand place and the people. Now her mother had fallen ill and it was up to Genevieve to take her place in the castle. When the two young people first meet, they have no clue of each others identity... and that's where the fun begins. Cover credits to @indigogalaxyjas

❝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

❖1950's❖ It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that I shouldn't have felt the way I did towards him, but I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how inappropriate and corrupt our relationship was, I could not let go. He had my heart and soul, everything really. The only problem was he worked for my father. He was a servant. A worker. A laborer. Highest rank: #185 in Fanfiction *One of my first stories so please don't hate on it too much!*