"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+]

••• Zayn takes the glass of wine from my hand, ditching it on the table, then pulls me closer to him, his hot mint breath fanning on my face. "I'm jealous of the cherries that have just been in your mouth," Zayn gets closer to me, our faces only few inches away from each other, "that they get to make your lips so red," he pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth, teasing me, which made my breathing hitch and I feel a rush of lustful wetness going down to my core. "They're everything I crave these days." He murmurs against my lips. His hands slide over the wide , smooth curve of my hips. He lets our lips collide for less than a minute, then pulls away. "This must be what addict feels like...wanting to stop, but not being able to..." And he kisses me again, I press my lips harder against his, as a shiver of delight snakes through me when I feel him press back harder. Daring myself, I open my mouth. So does he, and the kiss deepens. ••• She was darkness and he was darkness. He has learnt to run from what he feels, and that's why he has nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control. Control. Control his desires that ruined him once. Control himself when it comes to liquor. Control himself when it comes to her. But he failed. She surrendered herself to him, to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast. She has never been through emotions such as joy, fear, madness, excitement, but with him, she knew that she'll feel them all. But she didn't know that she'll also feel love. She loved him. She loved his eyes, loved the glittery brown that God has sprinkled gold dust in them. they had secrets. She wanted them. She wanted him. He was only hooked up on the taste of liquor on her mouth, not her, once he realizes that he's going back to an addiction and creating a new one, he does what he does best, he goes away.

Story Status: [ on going + slow updates ] In which a 18 year old adolescent girl, looks for more than an affair with a 32 year old successful entrepreneur. Highest Rankings: - #2 in Zaylena (NEW) - #1 in freethekinks - #52 in directioners - #7 in Selenators

Ctrl, Alt, Delete. Like the keys on the keyboard, You needed a username and password to unlock her feels and emotions. If you were lucky to know the username, she was slowly opening up. If you got both, you are the most luckiest person in the world. story idea by @-inaudibles

After the tragic loss of her parents, Leila Karim abandons her life in Bradford and sets her sights on London. Struggling to make ends meet, Leila is introduced to the world of stripping and soon finds herself working the pole at an illustrious burlesque club called ‘Victory’. Stripping under the stage name Bambi, Leila is thriving until she finds ex-best friend turned pop superstar Zayn Malik in the audience of her strip club watching her undress –four years after the declaration of her love ended their friendship. Cue sultry strip routines, scathing tabloid articles, and childhood love. Will Leila find herself falling for Zayn all over again, or will the driving force that is Harry Styles, win her heart instead? “I am Leila by day and Bambi by night. Although I must admit, being Bambi is so much more fun.” © 2014 windthroughtrees

✖ She lived her life in the luxurious avenues of Manhattan. He lived his life in the graffiti filled streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. They had lived merely one subway stop apart their entire life, but with a world of difference. trailer by @validus Copyrights 2013 © arietem

She never talked and he wondered why. © MCMALIK

"I run a drug business." "What!? You're a fucking drug dealer?" "No, I employ those. I'm the guy at the top. And those guys who were trying to kill us back there? They want my head." "No, no, no! I have a life! I need to go back." "Well babe, they saw your face and you saw theirs so if you go back now, they won't hesitate to kill you and I won't be able to protect you." Complex© 2016 Cover by @zjmftokay on Twitter

[on hold] Ellie Price is smart. Ellie Price is responsible. Ellie Price is pretty. But Ellie Price isn't allowed to have friends, boyfriends, or a life of her own. That's what her mentally destroyed father instructed, at least. But it takes one boy to change everything. From sneaking out, breaking the rules, and even putting them both in life threatening situations. He's a boy she never thought she'd fall for, but.. she did; even though he's bad. "Bad". He can't be that 'bad'? Can he? --- *Warning: This story contains (lots of) swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use/abuse, plus situations not suitable for young readers!* **I'm editing this while I write it, so ignore mess-ups in dates, spelling or grammatical errors, and just stupid stuff I haven't fixed ye

hope [ hohp ] The feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope.