Истории Zenmalik

Louis was a content highschooler ; content with his mates; content with his grades;content with his family. He was a person who never cared, never cried. He was one secure person. That would never make a great story would it? Karma didnt think so either. So it put another person into the equation. Let's just say the reaction was nothing short of a combution.

"Don't you understand! I am much more superior than you so you shall do whatever I tell you to do. You shall obey my every word, request and command. How long does it take for you to understand Avery?" Zayn whispered, inching closer towards me, his strong muscular arm slithering it way around my delicate waist, pulling my timid body closer to his. He looked at me waiting for an answer. I took this as my golden oppurtunity and pushed him off me. Zayn's face flashed and shock and..... "Fück you!" I yelled and dashed off before I could see his full reaction. _________________________________________________________ Every year the king hosts a party for his beloved son Zayn. Everyone is expected to come including Avery, a foreign girl from America who wanted change and travelled to England. What happens when Avery, an innocent but curious girl, oblivious to her sorroundings gets tangled up with Zayn Malik, the powerful and attractive prince and future king of England...read on to find out! THIS IS A ZAYN MALIK FANFIC

My name is Jefra Coral. I am 17 and from what I can tell not human. I am adopted, but I do not remember my past. Im not a regular girl, if anything far from it. I have been locked in a small room for 12 1/2 years. I was adopted when I was 5. There is a door, but it is bolted shut. I have a mom, no dad and she gives my food from a box that goes through the wall and has a small door on each side. (IF ANYONE STEALS THIS STORY I WILL TRACK YOU DOWN)

At the age of 20, being severely judged was a regular thing for me at college. I don't understand why though, because I didn't think that having cancer as a teen was a funny thing. It's not okay being laughed at because I have 'lesbian hair'. I needed to shave it off a few years ago since it was falling out. That shit isn't easy. The only people who don't talk down to me is my family and my bestfriend, Seza. To be quite honest, Seza is my sister. Not like blah blah blah we aren't best friends we're sisters! No. She is my actual blood related sister. She has to be the most supporting person I've ever met, but she's actually the one tearing me apart, painfully and slowly. It all started after the new kid showed up, with his mezmorising blue-grey eyes and flawless tan skin. Oh... and his friend, Niall. But nothing could ever come between me and Sez, could it?