Betrayed, beaten, and left for dead, Seth Forsyth truly believed he was going to die like an abandoned animal in the old mill hidden deep in the forest surrounding his University. Through a fog of almost unbearable pain and the metallic tang of his own blood drifting around him, he prayed for something, anything to either save him or put him out of his misery. This Halloween prank, set in motion by the very brothers of the fraternity he had been forced by his family to plege for turned out to be a gang of homophobic pricks. Careless over privileged bastards who thought nothing of killing him all because he was out and proud. Little did Seth know that his prayers were about be answered, but not in the way he or anyone else would have ever expected. The call of his spilled blood awakened something he'd never believed until that very night could have truly existed. Read to see what happens to those who venture where they shouldn't on All Hallows Eve.

[ONGOING] in which freshman Zayn becomes the sex object of seniors Liam, Niall, and Harry. {1st place in Bromance Awards: Holiday 2014} © All Rights Reserved

❝Not everything goes to plan❞ © 2014 Akshaya

'They are dark; they are deceptive; they are nothing if not bad. They are Hell's angels: the wreckers of life, who wreak havoc and sin.' Aspiring artist, Zayn Malik, was the least corrupted man around. At twenty-one years of age with his virginity still intact, those who watched Zayn from the sprawls of the shadows knew Zayn needed a little poison to brighten up his palette - thus, in strode Liam Payne: Hell Angel and impurity-extraordinaire. Yet even he was human once.

Bruised skin, peeled lips, and swollen eyes were what Zayn would see in a mirror. His reflection held a tortured man, whose heart had been shattered by his aggressive boyfriend Harry. He longed for someone to love him, someone to hold him with care. A gentle touch to mend his pieces and unite them so they could to be a whole once again, was what Zayn most desired. With these desires Zayn is clawed with temptation when he meets a young attractive man at the bar. Not any man but the bars finest stripper, Liam Payne. Will Zayn stay true to his abuser, or fall into a burning love with the stripper?

[ COMPLETED ] Zayn wanted an escape. Liam wanted a new love. Who knew they could find both of those things just by finding each other?

The one where Harry can't seem to keep his hands off of anything that breathes, Zayn is too head over heels for Harry to give a fuck, Liam is a bit of a slut who may be a little bit in love with Zayn, Louis has a sort of thrill for messing things up and Niall is just there for the ride. Three part story!! (Cover made by @imstayingcloudy)

❝Children Of The Night, come out to play; for it is night time.❞ They stand dark and tall, with their cigarettes hanging from their lips, their eyes cold, their body wooden. Usually, their back faced you, and if you were lucky enough to see their face, they kept a cold front, steely eyes and thin, harsh lips. Their tough exterior was impossible to crack, and legend had it that they never smiled. It was predicted that they were the most beautiful of people, yet the strangest and most peculiar, too. But no, they're not vampires, nor warlocks - not even werewolves. They are the Children Of The Night, and they are your worst and best nightmare, all at once.

When Zayn Malik attends an all-boys boarding school in Cheshire, he never expects to be warned about a secret society that takes it upon themselves to collect and corrupt selected students. Zayn doesn't believe the tales, either - that is, until he is 'tapped' and has a choice to make: Run from them, or let them take him? "There are several ways," the boy started, his breath a hot, smoky caress against the smooth prominence of Zayn's collarbone, "to break a person; to own a person; to ruin a person. Normally, there is one method which is particularly efficient for each individual but for you, Zayn Malik..." The boy laughed, his index finger slowly running down Zayn's bicep as his masked eyes stared down almost lazily at him, a small smirk gracing his face. "...for you, it seems there are many - all of which I plan to overindulge in."

Like the crow, chasing the butterfly, dandelions lost in the summer sky... *****COMPLETED******