"Mr. Horan. Our relationship is, and always will be strictly professional." "We'll see about that, sunshine." -- A story in which an arrogant, charming, slightly self-centered football player is determined to get his new, young accountant to sleep with him. But they both soon realise being involved with each other leads to more than either of them bargained for. |Mature Content, 18+| |Completed|

Niall has to clean up his party boy image and Emilia helps with that when she is hired to pretend to be his girlfriend...but will it stay as pretending?

"She was drowning but nobody saw her struggle." All rights reserved. ©

Elana is a hard working student at ASU. She plays women's volleyball and has an eye for success. She has her life all planned out but as soon as careless frat boy Niall Horan shows up will she manage to stick to her plans? Niall is a player, a cheat, but somehow Elana sees behind the darkness into something deeper. He's broken and all he's trying to do is fill a hole that has been empty for too long. Will Elana come out the same girl who she was before ASU? © twerkwithziall - All rights reserved, Dec 29th, 2013

"There's just something about the bad boys that make the good girls fall in love." * He's cold,bitter,and dangerous. She's smart,witty and sarcastic. Heaven and Hell. Fire and Ice. Hurt her once, he'll kill you twice. * (Chapter 9 is M.I.A-I explain the reason later on in the book. Sorry loves!******& PSA/UPDATE: I wrote this when I was like 13/14. You've been forewarned :)))))))))

We were watching movies, just having a casual afternoon, so how did I end up pregnant with my best friend's baby?

Niall is the popular biker on campus, every girl wants him and every you wants to be him. Clara is the opposite, she is quiet, a good girl who is a ballerina. But what happens when she gets sucked into his world...

𝑨𝒏 𝑰𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆... "Good Luck, Molly." "Good Luck, Niall." He's drowning in the past. She's running from it. He's the captain. She's the complication. He fell first. They're both afraid to fall at all. For sixteen-year-old Molly Lockhart, Ireland is a cold, rainy exile. Separated from the father she loves and the life she knew in America, the only thing she has left is soccer. She'll do anything to play-even if it means proving herself to a team of boys' who think she doesn't belong. Niall Blue is the golden boy of Mayville and the captain of the Morrigal Saints; a star on the rise. But behind the mask is a boy holding his breath, haunted by the blue of the water that took his father and a knee injury that threatens to take his future. He's used to the pain-he just numbs it with a bottle and a smile. Falling for the captain wasn't part of Molly's plan, and letting someone in wasn't part of Niall's either. As the season pushes them both to the breaking point they'll have to decide if they are each other's anchor-or the weight that finally pulls them under. "I've been drowning all this time, you came along and saved my life." Saints Series Book One Him Books Number One For more info go to xoxoaven.blogspot.com

† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.

When a successful popstar commits into donating his own sperm for a good cause and eventually regrets it. When a successful girl commits into wanting a child on her own and eventually finds herself in a sticky situation. What do these both have in common? Oh yeah, the sperm.