Black (A Zayn Malik AU) EDITING

Black (A Zayn Malik AU) EDITING

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I have done many bad things in my past life. And as punishment I am now the damned. I can see love but not be loved. I can see happiness but not be happy. I can see the glory but will never be glorified. But when I saw her. I knew I wanted her. Did I want her as a person? No, I wanted to watch her die that night. But what can I say, old habits die hard. I did see something in those cold blue eyes of hers. Something that made me want to give her a chance. I guess this is when the poison had first started to spread..... (This book contains graphic content, gore. And sexual moments yes this may seem like American horror story season one but my own plot I hope you all will enjoy...) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO FRENCHIEMINX69© ALL COPY RIGHT ALONG WITH CHARACTERS AND PLOT BELONG TO THE RIGHTFUL AUTHOR (#3 for Zayn Malik fanfiction)
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Torn Between Reality © ❝What is love if all we have are happy endings?❞ _________________________________________ (Completed Story) "I'm coming through!" He kicked the door open, the lock snapping. He came in and I jumped for him, but his instincts were too good as he saw it coming. He ducked and I fell right over him. "You are so stupid." I jumped up and tried again. He grabbed my arm, and lifted his other hand. He slapped me in the face and I yelped in pain. With his other hand, which held my wrist, my hand still gripping the knife, he began to twist my wrist. Tears in my eyes from the unbearable pain, I let go of the knife and tried to make him let go. My wrist snapped, the pain so terrible, I let out an agonizing scream. He let go of my wrist and I fell to the floor, groaning in the worst kind of pain. "S-stop. Pl-please." I technically begged him. He stood looking down at me, no sympathy in his eyes. Nothing but pure hate. "I'm not finished with you yet." He grabbed me up by the arm and pulled me with him down the stairs. Once down the stairs, he pushed me to the floor. "Okay, let's play a game." I couldn't even reply, I was in so much pain. "Do you not want to play?" he questioned. His voice held an annoyed vibe. "I d-don't." I breathed. -- This is my story. Go through my flashback to find out what got me here.

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