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

"Stay away from me," I warned hopelessly, earning a chuckle from him. In a matter of seconds I was pinned against the wall and his hands were wrapped possessively around my waist. "My sweet little Rosalie. We both know I can never stay away. Why do you even bother resisting?" He whispered into my ears whilst his fingers snuck under my shirt, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps across my waist. I sucked in a breath and bit my lip, paralyzed from the dilemma of wanting more and needing to save myself. "I want you Rosalie. I've never wanted anything more," he sighed and then he bit my earlobe. I resisted the urge to moan as he fisted my hair tilting my head back leaving my neck exposed to him. He stared at me with lustful eyes. "I'm going to break your life apart piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle and then I'll get rid of all those other pieces until all you're left with is me," he mumbled greedily as he devoured my neck with kisses. I arched my back desperate for his touch even though I knew it wouldn't last. In a state of euphoria I asked him the question I already knew the answer to. "And then what?" I whispered hoarsely. "And then I'll give you what you want. I'll kill you." *** All Rosalie wanted for her senior year was to lay low, score the highest marks and to get out of there as soon as possible unscathed. However, everything changes when a new student enrolls. Harassed by something she never thought existed, she finds herself torn between reality and her imagination. With her life now on the line Rosalie must figure out a way to survive even if it means delving into the darkest parts of her mind that may just border on insanity. Cover by @mindofzayn

anaxiphilia; (n.) love for or attraction to unsuitable mates; an act of falling in love with the wrong person. serendipity; (n.) finding something good without looking for it. ineffable; (adj.) too great to be expressed in words.

❖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!*

WINNER OF THE FANFICTION AWARDS 2017. Ranked #1 out of 77.1k Zayn stories, April 26 2020. Ranked #1 out of 252k Poetry books, May 8 2020. ~¤~ "You know that I'm not Cinderella's Prince Charming right? I'm a guy with loads of tattoos and a bad boy attitude." "I don't care about who you are or what you look like. Prince Charmings are meant for fairytales anyways." Bad decisions make good stories and that is how our modern fairytale started. ~¤~ COPYRIGHT © Mumal16. All rights reserved. This material may not be brodcast, republished or manipulated. ZAYN MALIK (AU) which means if you aren't a fan of him, you can still read the book because he is not a singer or a member of one direction in this book. Just a normal book character. Cover: @corvums