Salma seemingly closed the chapter with Zayn once the court proceedings ended. However, fate had other plans. Or maybe it was prayers? Silent pleas whispered in the loneliness of the night by one heartbroken man. A storm of threats, bullets and a baseball bat, smashed whatever she knew of peace. A kidnapping attempt, or two . . . maybe it was three? Lies and Secrets. And many more murdering plots hit her like a tornado, forcing her back to square one with only one way out. Zayn. She could be with him till she was no longer held at a gunpoint, but was it fair that once she was free to breathe in peace, she would walk away and ruin his life? What would it cost to give him a chance? If she opens her heart to him, what would be lost? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You better not be secretly leading me to my death, Alex! Barely had the though completed in her mind that she felt the barrel of a gun press into the back of her head. She froze in fright, her nails digging into the palm of her hands inside the pocket of her coat. "Make a move bitch, and they won't even find a body to bury," he warned. The levelness of his voice scarier than his threat. Salma gulped, too petrified to even breath. "Hands where I can see them!" He nudged her with the gun. Salma unclenched her fists inside her coat. "Now!" She felt the gun poking her head sharply. Slowly, she brought her trembling hands out, and held them above her head. "Turn around," he ordered. Salma swallowed her fear again. Her mouth felt dry. She had a feeling she did not have long to live. If she were to make it out of here alive, Agent Alex would have taken him out already. A dry, ragged sob raked through her body when she realized this. She was just a bait. And baits don't survive. At what felt like a snail's pace, she turned around to face her death. Salma's eyes zeroed on the barrel of the gun pointed at her.

When he first saw her it wasn't like what happens in the movies. There were no sparks, no interest, no love, only disgust. She was ratted hair, messy clothes, and a puddle of tears. In his eyes, she was weak. When she first saw him it wasn't what she was expecting. His voice felt like comfort, yet his words stung like ice. He was dull colors, close cropped hair, and a clenched jaw. And she knew he was broken. When they saw each other three months later he didn't recognize her. She had morphed into arms folded firmly across chests, eyebrows sloped into a natural scowl, and fingernails dug into forearms. The world around her was confined to shades of red, yet his name remained blue, and his voice still felt like comfort. She was a challenge. He was consistent. And life was Hell.

Sometimes, the universe decides to put two random people together and make them fall for each other, but figuring out what to do next is up to them. Her boss expects her to accomplish a confidential and immoral task: destroying the biggest existing boyband from the inside. "The day that I have to prove that I love him to someone else apart from him, that'll be the last day of my life."

Despite having it all, the money, the fame, the love he was broken. What happens when a boy with a dark present meets a girl with a dark past? Who will be their light? "You can't fix something this broken when the pieces are missing." She whispered and all he could do was stare at her eyes that reminded him of what he saw in the mirror.

Zayn was full of himself. I mean he was attracted to anything with a reflective surface. And why? Because he thought he was just so damn beautiful. And then there is Niall who just wanted to get the other boys attention. And the real question is: Can Niall stop Zayn from looking at himself enough to take a look at Niall.

Zayn has tormented Liam throughout all of high school. Liam is openly gay, which is what Zayn mainly touches on. His favorite way to tease and bully Liam is by calling him "Princess," but when another bully dares to mess with Liam, and Zayn begins to learn more about the boy he teases, the mocking word becomes a loving one. "You're my Princess, Liam"

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ @ʀᴏᴜʟᴀᴅᴇ

"Why are you always whining and acting like I don't have feelings?!" He screamed, his grip tightening around my neck. "You aren't acting like you have feelings right now since you are trying to choke me." I gasped out. "I hate you. Why don't you just leave my life?!" His grip tightened more around my neck as I struggled to escape his fatal grip. "I gladly would, but you were the one who brought me into this life." I whispered helplessly. *** Y/n's life was pretty simple until her dad dies of cancer. So, her and her family move to Kansas as it was her dad's dream to live there. They hope that this will bring a fresh new start, but that's not at all what they get. No, instead, Y/n is kidnapped by a ruthless gang leader, going by the name of Zayn Malik. Zayn is cold, he always gets what he wants. As soon as he gets what he's after, his revenge, then he intends on getting rid of Y/n and setting the past behind him. But, it's much easier said than done. When poor Y/n is hopelessly forced into an endless circle of revenge, she finds out something. She hasn't done anything wrong, but her brother has. It's entirely his fault that she's stuck in the middle of a fiery revenge cycle. Now, she has to make it out.......alive. Warning mature content, violence and mature themes. Edit: This book is under major construction. If you read it right now, it will confuse the heck out of you because the chapters are all out of sequence and being mixed up. Please, only read the chapters that say edited in the beginning. Or wait until the title of this book no longer says "under major editing" before you give this book a go. All Rights Reserved.

book 2 of bang, bang [ziam] [rated r] "but the thing is, i don't want a break. i don't want to slip away -- i don't want to be the kid i used to be, the reckless pauper that would do just about anything for a quick buck. it didn't matter how much i tried to crawl out of the gutter, it still reeled me back in every time."

"Please," Zayn begs. "Just... let me kiss you." Diamond gives him that look - the one she always gives him. The one that makes him feel like a small child being denied ice cream. "Sorry, but you know it's against my policy." She doesn't sound sorry at all. "If I give you extra, will you stay until morning?" She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. "Nice try, but I've already broken too many of my rules for you." "Please, Diamond-" "This is wrong, Zayn. You need to stop." "No. I mean, it's a little unconventional, maybe... but it's not wrong." - or - In which 27 year old Zayn calls a prostitute - and falls in love with her.