// 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."

[a harry styles fanfiction] - werewolf!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ The man put every other man she'd ever known to shame. None of them even came close to comparing to her husband. And from the soft expression on her face, he could tell she was thinking that he was being sweet again. He sighed, but she just kissed him on the lips. "You're so--" "Ferocious. Protective. Smart." He interrupted on purpose. "All that." She grinned. "But you're also sweet, handsome, sexy--" His loud groan cut her off. "Don't go around describing me as 'sweet'. No one--with the exception of my mother--thinks I'm sweet." "I do." She assured him. And he truly was the sweetest Alpha male in the world. He was her sweet Alpha. ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]