Historias de Zaynau

In which he takes candid shots of a girl he admires the most. All Rights Reserved © zaynologist 2016 【 C O M P L E T E D 】✔ ✍ STARTED: September 1, 2016 ✌FINISHED: October 1, 2016

Eighteen-year-old Maya Collins has a stalker whose obsession has risen to the level of disturbing threats. At the urging of her mother Lisbeth, her father hires a returned from his third tour of duty U.S. Marine Sgt. Zayn Malik. As her driver, and without her knowledge - as her bodyguard. They spend more time together, and Zayn helps her learn more things about the art of living outside the transparent bubble her parents have built for her. Initially resented and treated with disdain for his hard-nosed security procedures, Malik soon becomes an integral part of Maya's inner circle. And life.

She's a successful girl or well she was. Now she's a hard worker. Someone who wants to get her reputation back. Loved by many and a trustworthy friend. A cheeky girl who makes sure everyone around her is smiling and happy. But now she's gonna do whatever she can to get back her success. He's a man who's struggling to go on with the life he was forced to take up. He's searching for someone to hold, someone to trust and someone to call his. Betrayed by many and feared by the whole city. Has a lot of power but something is still missing. He's missing love. What will happen when these two world's collide in a way they never expected they would?

Love is twisted but only some people know how to be relaxed in that twisted love ~ inspired by ADHM

Hidden behind those brown amber eyes holds a deadly secret.

New car, new girl New ice, new glass New watch, good times, babe It's good times

❝pft, artists.❞

ON HOLD This is a dark Zayn au. Jasmine is just an ordinary girl with big dreams stuck in London working at a lounge serving snobby rich kids while Zayn runs a prostitution ring with 4 other guys. This is my first time writing so it probably is horrible xx

Sequel to "The Worst"

Boundaries from the root word boundary bound•ary \ˈbau̇n-d(ə-)rē\ noun : a point or limit that indicates where two things become different : unofficial rules about what should not be done : limits that define acceptable behavior This story is PG-13. It may contain swearing, drinking and some matured scenes. © idkmaliker

it was three in the morning when he came in her room through the window pleading to talk and the thought stroke her. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' he couldn't sleep because heartbroken people hardly caught a nuff of sleep so she let him in and by five in the morning he was fast asleep on the right side of her bed, the side he liked. but she wasn't. the thought stroke her again. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' she knew he was heartbroken and so was she but she could comprehend that it might be the thief of his sleep but it wasn't certainly the reason keeping her up at such ungodly hour. and when the list of two reasons was striked down to one, she realised she's screwed. ✧ (when we collide) ✧ (© zalaxy-) ✧ (all rights reserved) - (starting chapters need major editing so bare w me:))

Two different worlds with two different lives. Two different lives clashed in one moonlit September night. Find out how he was changed by something 'beautiful' who barged in his life. © Cover by @wantedreject

You could say I got kidnapped, but it was my sweet escape.....

In which Zayn checks out a book from the library everyday to see the cute girl with lilac hair and thick, black framed glasses. That is every day except Sundays, when he meets up with his girlfriend.

A simple art show, show off your work, get judged, try to win, go home. Simple right? Nope. Not when Zayn Malik is involved. What was supposed to be a three week getaway becomes a life changing event.

Everyday your life is entirely black and white. No color , whatsoever. Until the day you meet your soulmate. God forbid anything ever happen to them , or else everything would be back to black and white. But , it doesn't have to stay like that forever. Everyone's given second chances.

There's a weird pleasure in loving someone who doesn't love you, the pleasure that will tear down all your walls for you to build up again. The sync of her heartbeat engraved into your mind, on rewinding on those restless nights where you think ; about the crinkles by her eyes when she smiled, her presence, how her eyes lit up for the smallest reasons, thinking about everything that you crave for. Her touches are phantom, her eyes becoming duller when she looks at you, the world not visible in her eyes anymore, all you can see is emptiness, a void that you can't fill. They were all her tactics. ©Bitchyzayn ALL RIGHTS RESERVED