"And what is that?" He says placing his hand next to my head and leaning against the wall, his face being so close to mine again, that I can't help myself but stare at all his detailed features. The small scar over his emerald green eyes, the mole at the side of his nose, and the one on the right side of his upper chin. I had one in the exact same spot. His flawless skin, blushy lips, and the way he was staring at me right now. "You want the keys?" I ask, staring back at his eyes right in front of me. "Beg," I say softly. *** TW: this story contains mature and explicit content

Alleyways, a tattoo parlor and a strip club. Who would think such random places would tie together so perfectly? This is the story of a young women who finds who she truly is, and just how much a stranger in an alleyway can make everything change. When 19 year old Vivienne meets a cigarette sharing stranger in an alleyway 2 years prior, she would have never thought she'd ever see that familiar face again. But when she's dragged into a strip club by her best friend, it seems strangers can never stay strangers for long. And after one slight mistake, it seems he'd never be a stranger again. But the main question that wouldn't leave her mind was if she was the stranger to herself this whole time? ____ When Zayn had met her for the first time, he thought of her as a shield girl who would get torn down in life. And he wasn't entirely wrong, but when her timid presents becomes one he had no choice but to deal with, but once she begins to break out of her shell he couldn't help but question who put her in it to begin with. It seemed it all went deeper for the both of them, yet the deepest part lied right in front of them. One reckless drunk girl with a cigarette between her lips that she swore she quit completely torn down all they thought they knew. I guess that wasn't the only addiction they had both sparked up that day.

18+| Mature. Viewer Discretion is advised. ☆It's 2009, in New York, the city that never sleeps. Two people reunite after loosing their loved ones and start to live their fantasy life of sex, drugs and romance☆

June is a kind girl corrupted in the world of her toxic boyfriend. She has never experienced freedom and the will to do what she wants. Experiencing a true rush is all she ever dreams of. Zayn is a street racer who has nothing left to live for except the euphoria he feels behind the wheel. One night when Kaden drags June to a street race, Zayn locks eyes on her in the crowd and something rushes through both of them. He has to know her. But what June doesn't realize is that she's about to make a deal with the devil. Rankings #1 in drag racing

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* "People only leave this town in a box 6ft tall and 2ft wide." *** It's 1998, Layla has gone on a one woman road trip to find inspiration and ends up in the middle of nowhere in the country. A quiet place called Clovertown. This leads her to The Lucky Lamb motel, and it's asshole of an owner. That's the least of her problems though. There's something not very lucky about this place. *** Story Start Date : TBA

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

*story contains mature and explicit content* preview: "I'll be straightforward with you Dee. I didn't think you would follow, I just wanted to see your reaction." He pushes himself off the counter and starts walking towards me, then reaches for the door and locks it. "Oh." I just look at him, waiting to see what his next move is. He places both of his forearms on either side of my head against the door, my eyes meeting the silver cross necklace now swinging back and forth on his neck. He leans down, putting his lips closer to my ear before whispering, "you deserve more than a quick fuck in a club bathroom, you know that, right?"

"I'm giving you two choices, Elise Rosewood. Number one, I let you free. You will be kidnapped by the Rivals, and they'll kill you. Two, you come with me and I will drive you directly back to your apartment in New York. And we'll never see each other again." TRIGGER WARNINGS: explicit language, drug abuse, violence, mature and sexual themes, mental health and descriptions of abuse. Read at your own risk! [DISCONTINUED]