There was a dark side to everyone. Some showed it without fear, some used it. He hid it. Because it was more like a cruel bacterium he carried in his organs. And when he saw her, it germed. She made the hard shell of this ulcer leak. Its poison coursed into his veins as she infected him with her own darkness. Morgan, fallen from the grace of a god she never believed in, runs into Niall, who fell from a popstar’s heaven of sanctity and now fights demons nobody suspects to live beneath the surface of what once was a life saviour to millions. On their way down to a hell made of addictions, lies, sex and pain, both have to sacrifice something dear to their lost souls: One of them loses their freedom, the other one the last remaining bit of purity they kept in a world that doesn’t give a fuck who you are when the lights go out.

"You know I can treat you better than any man here. But only if you stop acting like a little bitch and come to realize that. I won't be your boyfriend, I won't tell you I love you and that we're going to live happily ever after. This is reality Em, and I've been through some shit that I hope you'll never have to hear of. But god dammit if you need me I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you no matter what, or I'll kill them and then I'll kiss you until you can't breathe." What if the one person you told all your secrets to was someone you never even met? Emilee's world is flipped upside down as she finds herself doing things she has never done with the last person on earth she thought she'd be meeting. Mr. Horan SEQUEL: I Hope You Feel it Too. (ON-GOING) ------------------------------------------- Starting edits: 3.20.19

After what seemed to be a renewal of our relationship, all hope for the better had shattered. Everything was back where it started. Between two kisses we'd fight, cry, fuck, laugh, and be with other people to forget one another. But somehow... We always found our way back on a common path. And it only got more toxic each time.

Niall Horan has had a bad reputation around here. For a new kid, he's doing pretty well at making himself seem frightening. Well, I'm not scared. I'm simply curious. It's things like this, things like this that make me want to know more. I won't stop until I figure him out. Will I start to develop feelings for him? Feelings that I really shouldn't be having for someone like him? Who knows. I may find out things I don't want to find out about his past, and how it's been haunting him all his life. Something about him keeps me interested. I won't stop until I know everything. I will take those walls down. And when I do, I'll crush every single piece of it so that they can never be put up again. No matter what the risks may be.

'I rolled off my bed drying the last tears. The ones I swore I'd never let escape my eyes. Not for that. Not for him.' Hannah lives in Mullingar, Ireland. Her life is pretty simple. Nothing much to it, really. Except she has to be cautious whenever she turns on the radio, the TV or when she reads a magazine. Why? Because she doesn't want to see his face. The boy who ruined her. A year passed since she managed to escape him. She's been trying her best to forget everything. Unfortunately for her, his year-old explosive fame doesn't play in her favor. Obviously. Having dated him for 3 years before he became famous, she can easily laugh at the image he and his boyband claim. Respect towards women? Please, she thought. Persuaded that with his new fame he's forgotten about her, which, in her opinion, is better anyways and wished she could say the same about her, she'll quickly be proven wrong. Knowing him by heart, she could reckon that when Niall Horan wants something, he gets it. And that's exactly what he did.

He broke the promise that would've kept our friendship together. No calls, texts, facetimes, or any signs of communication while he was off at X Factor. So what happens when Niall comes back and expects to be treated the same? Well, what happens is the exact opposite of what he was thinking. I simply ignored his sorry ass- I mean butt. But me being the considerate person I am, gave Niall one more chance at being my friend. Prank War. The prize for the winner is simple, but can change everything in a heartbeat. If I win, I choose where our friendship stands. If Niall wins, he chooses where our friendship stands. So I have one last thing to say to you Niall, before the war begins. Game On, Horan.

Claire Andrews is an unextraordinary 23 year old living on the outskirts of London. Years ago she chose to study criminology, but instead of obtaining her dream job as a detective, she receives what seems to be permanent desk duty. A criminal named Niall is brought into her station, and she has to keep an eye on him. What will happen when he panics and grabs the first thing they see?

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?

{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞