[COMPLETED] "𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶." -John Green

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʟᴏɴᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ ʟᴏᴠɪɴ' ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴ' 'ᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴇɴᴅꜱ. ~ Kris Kristofferson

[Completed] "ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." ~Paulo Coelho . . . . . WARNINGS ✧Huge age difference ✧A lot of smut ✧Mpreg ✧Cross-dressing . . . . Written by a friend.

Three weeks before Christmas, drunk and heartbroken Harry rants that Santa's fake and the holidays are garbage until he meets Zayn, a mysterious stranger who's immune to his flirting. What follows is an unexpected tender journey of two men learning that the best gifts can't be unwrapped, and that real connection is worth the wait

*This story is based in a book "Will you forever be the prize I am aimlessly trying to win" "Is that all I am to you? A trophy?" "Oh, darling, a trophy implies that I won it, earned it, deserve it." He leans in farther, a certain reverence in his gaze. "But if i get to have you, it will be because you let me."

Zayn Malik does not do emotional crises. He does art. He does casual hookups. He absolutely does not do pining. Harry, on the other hand, is a hopeless romantic in the most catastrophic way. He falls in love quickly, wholeheartedly, and only when it means something. Which is exactly why they work as roommates. Complete opposites. Disaster-proof. OR Zayn is a man-whore. Harry is a lover boy. What could possibly go wrong when those two worlds collide?

Zayn Malik and Harry Styles built a life most people only dream of: married, successful, and raising their six-year-old son in a home overflowing with love. But when Zayn's business entered a critical stage, endless travel and late nights left Harry feeling like he was carrying the weight of their family alone. No matter how much Zayn tried to hold on, Harry's patience wore thin, and the divorce papers followed. Now their once-unbreakable love is reduced to co-parenting schedules and carefully polite conversations. Zayn is haunted by the question of whether the man who was once his everything could ever be his again. Harry, thriving in his career as a sought-after commission editor, refuses to look back... at least not out loud. But some bonds don't fade, no matter how deep the cracks. Between love and the sacrifices that tore them apart, Zayn and Harry must decide if they're destined to remain broken, or if after everything, they're still the one.

On a lonely island off the European coast, where the sea hides more secrets than fish, Zayn has been living in silence ever since the church called him "cured" of his homosexuality. Seen as a redemption story by the faithful but trapped in his own past, he's shut himself off from the world-until Harry arrives. A young man sent by the same church, supposedly looking for the same kind of salvation. What starts as an awkward, forced connection slowly turns into something deeper, bringing back old wounds and feelings Zayn fought hard to forget. Together, the two begin to push back against everything the church, guilt, and the small community expect from them. Between whispered confessions, fake promises of purity, and stolen kisses, Saints of Salt tells the story of how fragile the people the church tries to "fix" really are and how powerful love can be when it refuses to fade.

This is NOT my story. I just made it into a Zarry version. The author is Nora Phoenix. You should check out her work. I thoroughly enjoyed this as an audiobook.

*This story it's based in a book "I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet." "Because that's not creepy." I let the coffee warm my freezing hands. "Can't know how to ruin someone without understanding them first," he says quietly. I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. "And is that still your plan?" Gemma's words have haunted me for two days. He flinches. "No." "What changed?" Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. "When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?" "Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat," he says. "Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you." My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. "Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?" "Don't do that," I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze. "Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?" "Either."