"How did you're husband die?" "He was stabbed in the heart." 10 years after the death of king Niall Horan. Kristy has had her baby and is still trying to get over the death of her mate. And get rid of the guilt she has for killing her husband. "Do you know who stabbed him?" "I did."
The third book of The Vampire Mate series. It's been over a week since Queen Kristy Horan had been kidnapped. Niall has lost all hope in finding her. He fears that he will never get to see his daughter Violet ever again. "Do you think I will ever get my memories back?" "Only time will tell."
[I wrote this at the beginning of 2013 and I was just starting to get settled with the techniques in writing. No worries, I've exceedingly improved far after finishing this story.] Niall Horan was a famous boxer. He was only inlove with boxing, nothing else. That is, one night, before his match, Olivia somehow stumble...
This is a list of the Humans I've bitten over the years. Don't like this? Well, then don't fucking read this. Or read it, doesn't fucking matter. -shrugs-
Niall changes to be a punk and full of piercings person. But Y/N falls for him again.
I was just another fan to him. I didn't think by sending that one little tweet to Niall Horan, 1/5 of the famous boy band One Direction, my life would change forever. I was nothing special. Just like any other 17 year old girl. Hands touch, eyes meet and apparently, he saw something special in me.
His eyes wandered around the room, taking everything in. Nothing could escape Niall Horan. He saw the couple that sneaked away, unable to unglue their mouths. He saw the boy that was falling asleep, only to be woken rudely by his mother so that he listened to the speech. He saw the bartender knocking back a shot of gi...
• Book Two • Niall and Olivia are all set for their marriage. Friends and family gathered together to witness the lovely moment. But what they both hadn't realized was that it would cause more chaos. They just wanted everything to be calm and normal for once. [ON HOLD]
So this stupid notebook thingy is what my mum bought me when I was younger... Yeah, she bought me a diary. But I call it a JOURNAL! Okay!? So... I'm just gonna publish what I wrote back then... Thanks, bye.. And I hope you all read it. Or don't. I don't give a shit.
