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Mind Games - Z.M

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Parts 10
Time 1h 40m

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Revenge. 
  That's all I want. Revenge is my goal.
  I want to make him feel what I felt.
  I want to break his heart into millions of tiny pieces. 
  He is going to regret what he did to me.
  I can't get distracted,I won't. It will be hard,but I can do it.
  I will get my revenge on Zayn Malik. 
  
  *A SHORT STORY!*All Rights Reserved

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The Guardian Angel by RolandoVazquez

"Whoever did this will pay! I, Zayn Malik will take revenge for Justin. I swear to myself I will do this.. Whatever it takes."

Persecution by lostinnyc

"Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me I'll always be in your heart. And if you hate me I'll always be in your mind." W.S.

Baby I'm A Sinner // z.m. by indiestylxs

I moved here to try and start over; I've changed. Before my transformation I murdered ruthlessly and didn't care a thing about it. Once I arrived in this bucolic town I didn't thing I would stay as long as I have. There's one person who's made me stay longer than expected. //I wrote this in middle school, it's terrible lolol

his light % h.s. by harrysexdrive

"i always thought that if I stayed with him maybe I would brighten him up, he needs to have that love in his world, because no one should go through that pain without it So, I decided to help him out that I needed to be his light." in this story, friendship is created, a boss's revenge, and love starts to take place. COMPLETED Book Cover By: @hazzas_kiwi

Catching Feelings. by afearlessdaydreamer

THIS IS A VERY OLD STORY THAT MY 14Y/O SELF WROTE AND IT'S BASICALLY ANGST AND CLICHÉ AND I HATE ZAYN AND 1D PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. Dear life, No matter how, or from where I start telling my story, it would still sound cliché. After all, it's depressingly common. But I believe that everybody has a choice in how to tell their story, and the way of telling it is what matters. I won't sugar-coat it. I won't say that my journey with you was all sunshine, and no rain; where anything could be solved by a song, because that's not the truth. The truth is as simple as: I hated you. Every time you knocked me down, somehow, I managed to stand up again, but living you was like walking a fine line: I had no idea when I would fall and break my neck. I didn't choose you; I was forced to live you. But you're like swimming in the deep end of the ocean; at any second, a wave would crash over me and I would drown and float away. You have succeeded to swallow me under and pull me apart many times, and I give you credit for that. I wasn't a very tough kid back then, though, because I had nothing to hold on to. My mother gave up on my father and me, and after a while, I gave up on you. But God wanted a different ending to my story, so he threw 'him' into the chaos I call my life. He smiled, and saved me. I found solid ground. And just like that, everything started to make sense again. "I'm Zayn," he said, but to me, it sounded more like, "I'm your saving grace," then, I was catching feelings. I saw the good in you, and he showed me the good in me. That was all it took to save me: a smile. Now, every word, every touch, every kiss gives me one more reason to hold on to you, so I guess I'll be here for a while. And until I'm gone, all I want is to make him happy. I'm living for him, and it's the best way to live. Life, please, make him happy. Let him know that I like my choices, and I hope he likes his. With love, Lexie Grey.

Runaway (A Zayn Malik fanfiction) by exquisites

"You are the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me, you bastard. I need you but I can't have you. I love you but I hate you. There is something about you that is so irresistible, but also something about you that makes me wonder why you aren't a drug. You are so addicting, yet so deadly." Runaway™ © exquisites. All rights reserved. A/N: I wrote this as a doe-eyed 14 year old who was pretty average at writing. If you're looking for a deeper plot and better writing, feel free to check out my most recent stuff! Otherwise, enjoy.

Stolen by PuppyPawsGreen

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Destructive Love (Zarry) by Zarry_Socks

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Beautifully Obsessed by Aphrodite4263

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

The Prince by Wp_scenarios

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The Guardian Angel

"Whoever did this will pay! I, Zayn Malik will take revenge for Justin. I swear to myself I will do this.. Whatever it takes."