Canvas - Z.M

Canvas - Z.M

  • WpView
    Reads 618,541
  • WpVote
    Votes 29,714
  • WpPart
    Parts 57
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing9h 31m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 31, 2018
WpInfo
Fanfic
1Direction
Nothing but intoxication. Nothing but a cold soul in the middle of the night, when the moon is at it's highest and his glass is at his lowest. When his hand raises, it's enough for me to beg on my knees. It's enough for me to fend for myself, to stop myself from saying anything that intensifies his anger, to stop him from going any further and worsening his canvas. My body - his canvas.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Vigilante | H.S.
  • One Direction Sad Preferences
  • Red as Wine (BXB)
  • i've lost my heart to you..
  • Darling || h.s. au {Completed}
  • Zayn Malik Imagines
  • Stay the night
  • Eternity «Ziam AU»

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines