Niall and Lena are friends and roommates, they are secretly in love with each other but she has a boyfriend. What happens when Niall and Lena start a passionate affair...

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...

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 (𝐧.) 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙... A Niall Horan sports romance... "The best thing that ever happened to me was finding him..." 𝓜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝓛𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭, newly exiled from Pennsylvania and furious about it, lands in Mayville, Ireland with nothing but sarcasm, soccer cleats, and an eight-year-old sister she'd burn the world for. With no girls' team in sight, she fights her way onto the boys' roster. And standing directly in her way is 𝓝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝓗𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧: fifth-year captain, stone-faced, and local legend who absolutely does not want a loudmouthed American girl wrecking his perfect season or storming her way into his carefully constructed life, and all the walls he's built around it. To him, she doesn't belong there and only brings chaos and confusion. To her he's an overhyped demigod with a superiority complex. But forced proximity has a funny way of rewiring enemies with sexual tension... The longer she's on his pitch, the harder it becomes to ignore the sparks between them. By December, Molly and Niall are caught between hookups they swore meant nothing and feelings they don't know how to handle... He thinks he has no right to feel as much as he does. She's terrified she'll ruin the first good thing she's touched in years.

† 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.

BOOK THREE Exactly what Niall Horan and Noelle Ellis felt. © lokiniall 2019 Final Book of BWN Series

If Elle knew all along, why did she take so long to tell Niall? © lokiniall 2018-19 | slow burn, fluff, drama Book Two of BWN Series

The beginning of Noelle and Niall. © lokiniall 2018

Niall and Lyla are step siblings, he has been obsessed with her since they first met. One night changes everything when they are apart of a murder. What happens when she becomes addicted to him...

// In the neon-lit streets of New York City, Ivory Mancuso is just another law intern - overwhelmed by her demanding future and the weight of her dad's ecpectations. When a late-night walk leads her to a shocking crime scene, everuthing she thought she knew about her life shatteres. The man responsible? Niall Horan, a name known to millions, but to her, he's just another dangerous stranger with piercing blue eyes and a deadly smile. "You didn't see anything, did you love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His tone was sarcastic, like he found this whole situation amusing. Like he'd done this before. "We're ghosts."