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Prisoner In London (One Direction FanFic) [Finished]

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Pain Its horrible, Nobody wants it. Pain is the least of my problems. Being kidnapped for more than 6 years is horrible. Nobody wants it. I got it. My name is Alyssa Berner or so I think, Ive been trapped in a basement for my whole life, I am now nineteen, I was captured at the young age of 13. I had a full life ahead of me, everything was wonderful.  I had straight AÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s , Never done drugs, never drank, well maybe once or twice. I had a beautiful boyfriend. I loved him soo very much. Raped, Beaten, Abused, Burned. Were the least painful things that Jack did, Jack, disgusting, rapist and murderer.  He killed my family, and kept me for his own personal game.  A Prisoner In London. My only friend: A Bed. My only food: Bread. My only way of easing pain: Cutting my wrists, No Escape. And How Does One Direction Help With This?All Rights Reserved

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Learn To Speak; Kidnapped (Ziall) by CraicPie

*COMPLETED* "Ever since their last interview in Manhattan, New York-" "There is still no sign of the young pop sensation-" "New York has been under lock down since the disappearance of the young lad from One Direction on August 23, 2012. Millions of people across the globe are still looking for the young-" "If you see, hear, or read, any kind of sign that could lead to the finding of-" ________________________________________ Sitting in the dark basement, the young lad was curled up against the wall. Chains cuffed to his hands and feet, a chain also wrapped around his neck. As he looked up at the broken glass of the barred up window he would sadly sing. Only some words were audible from his dry mouth. "-Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" Every so often his voice would crack as he cried. The tears passed through his swollen up eyes, as they stung the cuts made all over his face. "No one will be looking for the fag from One Direction. They'll all be happy I'm gone..." More tears would fall from his eyes as the basement door opened up. He knew that his suffering was rather going to continue, or it was going to end now. With his life...

Living In The Shadows (Sequel to Dark Corners) Anti X Reader by GraceThings

It's your 1 year anniversary with Jack. You were so excited for tonight! He was keeping it a secret, where you were going, and no matter how many times you asked, he wouldn't budge. But no matter, the only thing that mattered, is that you were happy to be with Jack, and happy about being safe. Anti hasn't even been mentioned in the past year, and you were happy with that too. All of the pain...all of the suffering...all of the tears, and and screaming, and torture you went through, was out of your mind...most of the time. Sometimes when you were alone, you would get a little dizzy. Much like the feeling you had the night at the pub. When you were dizzy, all happy emotions in your body would swim out, and all the memories from a year ago, would flood in. But, it was time; time to go out for your anniversary. It was a wonderful dinner, but Jack started to act a bit...strange. He said everything was fine, and you just went with it. You were still a little worried, but tried not to be. After you changed into your bed cloths, Jack tried doing something, that you didn't want to do. That's when you knew....this wasn't Jack. "'I missed you Y/N...' A familiar voice whispered into your ear. 'Don't run away from me lass.'

Stockholm Syndrome//H.S by dorkaliciousdama13

As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)

One Direction Kidnapped Me..Wait KIDNAPPED? (1D Fan Fiction) by peachesnlou

Hi... my name's Ana. Uh... Let's get right into it. I'm from a larger than usual town in England. I, personally, was just minding my own business, and then here comes my SHORT, CHEATER BOYFRIEND to RUIN my life. Don't even get me started on his 4 disgusting friends. I'm just here to tell you how it all happened, and the embarrassing fact that they called themselves 'One Direction' in their 'master plan' to kidnap me. Will I escape? You know what.. how about you come find out. See you later, loser.

Recovery//Jacob Whitesides by Dolansmystery

Hi I'm Evan Styles. I'm 15 years old. I'm from homes chapel, England. My brother is Harry Styles. But One Direction ended 5 years ago while I was 10. He is now a father of two beautiful twin (baby) girls. Gemma is my older sister. She is now beginning her acting Career while married to Louis Tomlinson. Surprising I know. I thought Eleanor was gunna be his wife but she ended up a drug addict. She's in rehab at the moment. The other 3 boys are also acting. My mum passed away giving birth to me. I feel as if I were the cause of her death. I do see her in my dreams exactly like how I see her in pictures. She tells me my future is bright. That I was not the cause of her death but there was one dream that I have every once in a while. I'm very skinny not so skinny either. I have long wavy Brown hair. I dyed my tips blonde. I have blue green eyes. The dimple that runs in the family. I'm actually short unlike Harry and Gemma. I apparently have a big bum and boozams but I disagree. The rest you will find out I suppose. __________________ All rights reserved if you copy this story i will find you and slap you with a dildo on the head then choke you with a condom. ILY (This is a terrible story I do not suggest you read this)

Oscillation | [H.S] by KINGAUGUSTD

[COMPLETED] It is well known that the world isn't a nice place. There are too many people and not enough humanity. Emma learns this very quickly when she meets Harry Styles by accident. Especially when he has her entire life in his hands. ______________________________________________________ "Please" I begged. The rough patch of his thumb scraped over my cheek and took the tear. He balanced the droplet on his thumb and looked at it. His eyes moved from the droplet to me and he put his thumb in his mouth. I exhaled sharply and then he said: "Actually, I think I will keep you."

Pain by Elise18patience

Pain. It's all different for everyone. We all have our own tolerance, and our own versions of it to deal with. So if you consider it, my pain isn't all that important. I mean, people get raped every day right? And my rapist marking me as his, it's not so bad if you just ignore it. I mean, that's what I plan to do because how exactly can you protect everyone else if you're bawling in front of them? Nope, not me. I won't. I will trudge through and bare it as long as I can; I will protect the people I love. And maybe, hopefully, someone will be able to protect me. My name is Emma, and this, well this is my story.

kidnapped at age 5 by crazyrox6

my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

Stockholm Syndrome - Larry Stylinson ( BoyxBoy ) by Cuddlynightlou

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Kidnapped by one direction{In Editing} by Harryissamood

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