When Allie meets the mysterious Liam Payne she feels an attraction straight away. What starts off as a childish crush on looks soon turns into something more as they start to get to know each other. Allie is a girl that puts others' needs before her own, where as Liam is looking only to please himself. Although he is usually rude and aggressive, towards Allie he is different, romantic even. Is Liam really a hopeless romantic or is this just part of a plan to gain her trust so he can swoop in and capture her?

I ran as fast as I could, I needed to get away from him. I've ran so many times, but he always catches me. I could hear his heavy footsteps behind mine. I turned down an alley and tried to hide. I heard him getting closer and I tried to stay quiet. My body was shaking, from running and out of fear. The footsteps stopped and I looked up. I was met with his piercing blue eyes, he pulled me up gently and pushed me back. He kissed my jaw and neck, it felt good, but I knew it was wrong. He had me pinned against the brick wall, both of my hands pinned to the wall beside my face. His hot breath was tickling my neck. "You should have learned by now you shouldn't run from me babe," he whispered throatily, his lips brushing against my ear," I love the chase."

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

Louis Tomlinson. If you heard that name on the streets London, people will run and hide in fear. He is the notorious leader of the gang One Direction. His most trusted member and right hand man is Liam Payne. Along with the other members being Harry Styles and Niall Horan as they plan to take over all of London with an iron fist. Enter Macy Brown who moves to England to go to the University of Arts London for her Fine Arts major. She moves in with her her Aunt Aubrey and Uncle George, leaving her family behind in New York. What happens when Louis and Macy miraculously run into each other? Will she be smart and run? Or will she fall straight into Louis trap? "Are you afraid?" His fingers ran up and down my arm with one hand while the other held me a choke hold. His strength was enough to lift me off the ground slightly. Goosebumps appeared at the chill that went through my body at his touch. "No." I mumbled. My voice cracked making it come out as a whisper. "Well... you should be."

She found herself in his game. There was no escape for her, not unless he wanted to. She was trapped in a world she wouldn't be able to get away from. All her life would change, not that it hadn't already from the first time he appeared. He was feared, powerful and somehow respected. She was alone. There was nothing Elara could do and Kyril knew it.

“I will kill everyone who tries to take you away,” he breathed, his dark, chestnut eyes peering into mine. My heart plummeted and my eyes stung. “P-please,” I whispered, struggling to pull my fists free from his grasp. “What are you?” A throaty laugh escaped his lips and he pressed his body against mine, trapping me against the wall with his arms as barriers. “Baby, I am Death, and one way or the other, you will end up with me.” All I’ve ever wanted was a quick taste of the golden life. What is it like to be covered in jewels? What is it like to dance with the chiseled men and glowing women beneath sapphire chandeliers? How stupid it was of myself to sneak into the ball, only to catch the eye of him. He will stop at nothing to possess my heart, and that includes killing those I love and those who love me. My breath hitched and I cowered as he brought his lips towards mine. Chills ran down my spine and he stroked my thigh as he spoke, “Give in, darling. You can’t run away anymore.” SEXUAL CONTENT, AND SEXUAL TRIGGER WARNINGS

My whole body shook in fear as I took careful, little steps back to create some distance between me and the man in front of me. Bright red eyes were focused on only me as they watched my every move. He titled his head to the side, a slow, lazy smirk forming on his lips as my back hit the wall behind me. I closed my eyes just as a tear slid down my cheek, knowing very well what the both of us thought in that moment: I was caged, he had me where he wanted. Letting out a shaky breath, I prepared myself to make a run for it again only to be hit with a heavy force as within a second, he stood before me, hands on either side of my face as he smirked down at me. "What do you want from me?" My voice was hoarse from all the screaming, a tiny whisper that had me wincing from the soreness of my throat. "Oh, my sweet Chloe, what I want from you is only you," he said with his bone chilling voice as he leaned in closer. I forced my eyes shut, not standing to see the colour red I started to loathe which only reminded me of him. One of his hand held the back of my neck in a tight grip, pushing my head upwards so his lips were resting against my ear. My lips quivered, eyes tightly shut as I was trying my best to not let out a sob. "I want you," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath causing me to shudder. "All of you."

"Cora, whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You're mine! Do you understand that? I suggest you accept it because I won't allow you to decide otherwise. You see, in my world, life is like a game of chess, and darling...you've just became the queen, my main piece." "Well...It's a good thing I've never been fond of chess. In fact, I've always preferred monopoly." With that, I slammed my foot down on his, shoving him aside while running for the shut door. He was beyond mad. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled innocently up at his enraged expression and tense stance. "And luckily, I have a get out jail free card." _______________________________ C O P Y R I G H T. R E S E R V E D. Guilty for loving cliche possessiveness, control and jealousy, I decided to create my very own story involving just that. This is nothing professional or overly realistic. it's just a fun story filled with game playing, banter, romance and humour.