a story where she falls in love with her overprotective brother's bestfriend a 100 chapter vinnie hacker fan fiction.

"If I give you my hand to help you up, will I end up like your brother?" He debated scrunching his eyebrows together while his stormy eyes analyzed my face. "I don't know Grey Eyes? I guess you will have to put some trust in me," I coaxed, placing my hand out up in the air as I leaned all my support onto my left arm. "You are very interesting Green Eyes," he countered back. He slowly interlocked our hands and pulled me up out of the pool so that we were standing inches apart from each other causing my breath to hitch in my throat. The Michigan football shirt clung to my body as water dripped off of me everywhere. I felt his minty breath against my neck causing goosebumps to skitter across my spine while his rough football hand sent a burn throughout me igniting my whole body ablaze. Those damn stormy grey eyes kept me locked into a staring battle I knew I already lost. I was fully submerged and I was terrified. Boys never made me terrified. _____________________________ Adeline Kavanaugh was the new girl at ClearWater High School. Greyson Leblanc was the star QB. What will happen when the star quarterback realizes he has his eyes set on the coach's daughter?

In a city full of disease, Gangs, and Dangerous lies, Tylie Owens can't trust anyone, especially since she's the President's daughter. Not even her own family. After meeting Niall, an undercover Bodyguard for her father, Tylie starts to learn the nasty truths behind the city and home she grew up in. And that the horrible, random act that happened to her one rainy night might be connected to something much larger than just some random incident. In this story Tylie, learns that nothing is as it seems and to never trust anyone, not even the people you think you know. -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/- ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! THIS IS A NIALL HORAN FANFICTION ALTHOUGH THE OTHER BOYS ARE ALSO IN THIS. THE 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER BOYS WILL ALSO BE IN IT! HOPE YOU ENJOY, AND ABSOLUTELY NO STEALING MY WORK.

"He's a bad boy. He's bad news" Abigail Antonias was warned as soon as she entered her fourth high school that a particular boy named Nathaniel Reece was the definition of a bad boy, and is best to just avoid. But that just made Abigail's curiousity peak. What could be so 'Bad' about him? And sometimes, the worst decisions are the best ones. (Note: Not totally cliche, believe me)

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

in which a fan girl gets lucky. really, really lucky.

Lynn Mercury is your daring, feminist idealist who only wants to get into the Portland Thorns. So when the chance arises to ditch her home city for the opportunity to go pro, leaving behind her UCLA soccer team and her persuasive ex-fling, Lynn takes off to London and quickly falls into routine with seventeen boys, a sexually active roommate, and a Coach that could easily make David Beckham feel insecure. Niall Horan is your savvy, Casanova realist who only wants to get away from his family lifestyle. He's golden, captain of the team, the star player... until two X chromosomes take his limelight, leaving him feeling vexed and confused. He knows what it means to go for the win, but when feelings get in the way, the stakes get too high. Niall chooses to deal with it the only way he knows how - scientifically. The line between love and hate had never been thinner. Start/End date: January 2016 - June 2017 The Fanfiction Awards 2017 Winner

MAY 2024:‼️ ON HOLD WHILE I EDIT ALL EXISTING CHAPTERS‼️ NEW CHAPTERS COMING Aug "Niall I'm not your fucking girlfriend! You can't just follow me around! Why do you care about who I go on dates with!? It's none of your business!" I was beyond pissed at him and my shouts were only getting louder and louder. His piercing blue eyes that I've grown to love looked at me from across the alley. Hurt was written all over his face before it quickly turned to anger. "For fucks sakes!" He yelled before kicking the dumpster next to him making me jump in my place. He let out a loud sigh and began to slowly walk towards me. "I don't know okay? I don't know why I fucken care about you so much. I just do, and it's fucking scaring me." He was no longer yelling and his face was now only inches away, trapping me between him and the wall. This was not the same Niall I met a month ago. He isn't supposed to care about anyone but himself. He didn't just stick to one girl, and he certainly never showed his feelings towards anyone. "I just do." He whispered softly before cupping my face in his two hands. He looked me in the eyes and then down at my lips; and he slowly started to lean in until I felt his soft warm lips gently press against mine.