~Liam Payne Fanfiction~

{book 2} ✓ - ❝ I'm tired of pity, of everyone looking at me like "poor Zayn, infatuated with his best mates's girl". I know it's not okay and if it were so easy to forget about her I would've done it already. It's not. But I just need time, not people to pity me and force me to move on. Why can't they understand that? I just need time and someone to understand. ❞

"They've figured her out, please, do something to help her...I tried to keep her safe and I failed." He was red; dark and powerful. She was white; pure and graceful. Harry was the most handsome prince ever to rule England. Women threw themselves at him, but he just backed away. He didn't want anyone, much to the Queen's dislike. Harry needed to have a wife. He was twenty-one and at this time, he was already late on the rode to marriage. Not like he cared. Leah was the girl in the corner of every room. She was different and looked over. Being in the lowest-class of society, she was never invited anywhere by anyone. It was just her and truthfully, Leah didn't mind. Nobody knew her name. That is, until one man spots her in a crowd and realizes that she may be his last hope at pleasing his mother. Harry doesn't even have to love her through this all. And what happens when war breaks out after three years? The Prince of England has the power to save this nobody girl. But will he choose to?

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv

My kind was treated so bad by them. I couldn't believe how it all changed one night. I was weak and dependent, but they made me strong and independent.

Escaping from one gang just to be caught by another is unlucky especially when the leader of the gang happens to be the ruthless Zayn Malik. He's insanely attractive but in the predicament she's in things are never that simple. The past comes back to haunt everyone. The only thing is, hers has been haunting her for a long time.

REQUEST CLOSED Fluff and smut. English is not my first language so if there is any mistake don't hesitate to point it out. So yeah if it's bad sorry it is my first book ever . Have a happy and long life to anyone who read this !

When Agent Arielle Anson gets a new gig with Nick Fury and the Avengers, she's in for something much bigger than she could've ever dreamed of-quite literally. Her brains have gotten her this far, along with her kick ass punches. Arielle is the underdog of the century and she's only just getting started. Not only does she join the team, she's forced to quickly adjust under pressure as she maneuvers her new life as an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. & she finds herself overwhelmed. Little does she know, this is only the beginning. She finds her newfound strength physically and emotionally, and her love life takes a drastic turn when Bruce Banner is fascinated by her. She's the only thing that can calm him down. Will the team use her as an asset? Or will her romance with Dr. Banner himself cause problems within the job? Read on to find out ;) Spinoff Novels: The Son Of The Hulk, SEDUCTION.

You've become flat mates with the infamous Sherlock Holmes, and this is the story of the adventures you have, not all of them good. But Sherlock has to remember, he shouldn't trust every individual he comes across as not everyone is as truthful as him as John is. Post His Last Vow. ((Cover created Agentclintbarton please go and check her out she's an awesome and amazing person!))

[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.