Flora Sterling was insecure. She knew that no guy would like her because she felt that she was ugly. She never interracted with anyone. She was constantly called names which she never wanted to hear. The cuts on her hands were always covered with long sleeve shirts. She had nobody. She was lonely. She built a wall around herself. Zayn Malik knew that he was no superhero, but he wanted to help Flora. He knew that he was the only one who could help her because he had a rough past himself. He was determined to help her to get out of this insecurity, but Flora felt that nobody could help her. But that did not stop Zayn from doing so. They soon became friends and Flora felt that Zayn was her only true friend. She had hope for the first time in life. She felt a connection with him which she never felt with anyone before. Zayn decided not to break down her walls, but to burn them.

Salvation noun: salvation 1.preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss. "they try to sell it to us as economic salvation" synonyms:lifeline, preservation, conservation, means of escape "she clung to that conviction, knowing it was her salvation"

It only takes One Night to fall in love... To change a life, for everything to come undone. But it takes more than one night to discover someone's darkest secrets... Will love be enough to mend the broken past and present or will things be torn apart with every secret? (Warning: AU - boys aren't famous)

I try so hard to forget her, but I can't. I can't forget, Brooke. Change is good, right? People change all the time. So why is it so goddamn bad that I have?

Evelyn Tonkin, a 17 year old girl who's rebelled against her family after the shocking death of her brother, it takes a massive toll on her and she completely changes, grades dropping for a usual A+ to a F and sleeping around becomes a daily routine, will one shocking news of her brothers take a massive turn for good or for bad? Find out :)

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”