Naive undercover detective + Manipulative dangerous criminal = Chaos *Dark Niall* ⚠️Be Aware⚠️ The story includes 1-Mature language 2-Explicit scenes 3-Crime 4-Drugs 5-Mature content

⚠️This is the Second book of the Undercover duology. Read Undercover before this⚠️ As I made the decision to run for Daphne, I saw him say something to himself and turned around walking back inside the cabin. Not morally gray. Literally the villain🫣 1-Harsh language 2-Graphic Violence 3-Manipulation 4-Abuse 6-Toxicity 7-Drugs 8-Mature Content

Innocent sweet girl who has a crush on the school's frat/bad boy. All she wanted was a kiss from him What happens once the whole party decided to play Spin The Bottle? ⚠️Be Aware⚠️ The story contains: 1- Strong language 2- Sexual content 3- Drugs and Alcohol 4- Depression 5- Bullying

Choking on air this time, I practically yelled, "She doesn't need a hook up! She needs to be alone. She needs to get her head on straight. She's thinks she's not worth anything to anyone. She doesn't need some random hookup or new boyfriend. She needs to be---" "With you?" She looked at me oddly, expectantly, smugly. I coughed, "What?!" Just then Harry came up behind her. "What's going on here?" "Nothing. I'm just forcing Niall here to realize what's right in front of him." "That sounds like a terrible idea." "What the fuck are you two talking about?" I asked. "Oh, I don't really want them to hook up, Harry. I wanted to see what his reaction would be. I want Niall here to finally fucking notice. I mean, for god sake's we've all had to watch it the last year and a half." "What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled, causing anyone within earshot to look over at me, including Esta. She looked at me, concern on her face. "He clearly needs someone to spell it out for him and if his own bandmates won't do it, then I will! Someone needs to tell him before she finds some other loser who doesn't deserve her." "Tell me what?" I asked, still completely lost. Kendall turned to me, "Tell you that you're in love with Esta."

We both turned to head out towards the streets, lifting our heads towards the sun as its warmth hit us. "Vada?" I asked. She turned to face me, her features the softest they had been all day. "Yes?" she answered, quietly. "Why did we do this? What did we spend all this time building if this is how it's going to end? Why did we climb only to fall so far?" She sighed. Not an angry or over dramatic sigh, like she had done earlier in the day. But, a real, soft, apologetic sigh. "Niall, the only thing I can say is that ultimately we all think we can fly. We all think we're Icarus." "What do you mean?"

"You know that Alessia Cara song "Scars to Your Beautiful"?" "Mmhmm." "I used to think she was saying 'we're scars and we're beautiful' instead of 'we're stars and we're beautiful'. I kind of wish that was what she was saying, ya know. I mean, we're all flawed, right? We're all scars."

She giggled a little as she looked over at the older couple. "That's going to be us one day." "Yeah?" She rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a quick kiss on my neck before nestling in. I scooted her closer to me with my free hand, resting my hand on her leg. I looked at the older couple for a minute. They were sitting quite close to each other, holding each other's hand, deep in their own world. It was obvious theirs was a love that had deep roots; a love that still made them feel young. I looked down at the woman I had next to me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, her other arm wrapped around my waist. She was perfection, still, even after all this time. "How did I get so lucky?" I whispered softly, to myself.

"I want to dance with you in the middle of this street." She laughed at me, "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because I said I would." I twirled her around and pulled her back to me as I began to sing softly into her ear, "If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you; Drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over, the only truth: everything comes back to you." She pulled away from me and looked at me. "Niall--" "Siobhan, stop. Before you say anything, please let me say this first. I've been wanting to say this to you for I don't even know how long. And it's something I should've said a long, long time ago." She let go of me and stepped back. She looked at me inquisitively before saying, "Okay." I looked at her, she was finally going to let me say everything I had been longing to say. Now was my chance, and whatever the outcome, I would force myself to be content with it. I took a deep breath and began.....

Rory Bhatt hates lifeguarding, hates the Shack kids, and hates Niall Horan. All she wants is to have a peaceful summer minding her own business and hopefully be able to find some much needed inspiration so she can finally start sketching things that look good again. But Niall Horan appears, with that annoying grin and a problem on his hands, and of course that plan goes out the window. A story about tired lifeguards, a stolen cat, wild imaginations, and lots and lots of parties.

Sameera loves people. She finds them endlessly fascinating, which is why she loves her job, where she gets to analyze what makes them tick. Not all people are particularly pleasant, though-Niall Horan, for example, is the most irritating person on earth. So, when she's paired up with him to complete a very important mission, she's not exactly thrilled. They're sent undercover to keep a close eye on two suspects involved in an international crime ring who always seem to get away, and the whole thing sounds so effortlessly easy. It probably would have been, if she didn't have to pretend to be Niall's wife. A Spy AU about secret missions, haunting pasts, meddling friends, and learning that sometimes the best things in life are right in front of you.