Niall Horan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she said as she smiles at me. “I think Nori still has some feelings for you,” I said. “No, baby,” Lana said shaking her head, “I think he is just confused because he feels guilty, and that’s not love.” “Just a hypothetical question,” I said as I pulled her closer, “What if he tells you he loves you and that you’re his Fated Mate, what would you feel?” “Fated Mate?” Lana asks in confusion, “I am your Fated Mate. That’s just impossible!” I can feel her strong disagreement with what I just said.

Looking back into the year that was filled with trials, it felt as though a century had passed. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t emotional! Suddenly, Nora was spun around, and she felt a hot sensation on her lips. Her eyes widened after being suddenly kissed. “Are you planning to stand here all day?” Liam asked, pecking her lips. Nora shook her head and entangled her arm in his. “I was waiting for you.” --- The school hunk, Liam Keaton, and the infamous troublemaker, Nora Shahan, were graduating today.

I dreamily sighed. "Meh," replied Autumn with an eye-roll. "Luke Hemmings is still the hottest blonde hottie. Niall's just a kid." Sometimes I couldn't understand why people disliked One Direction. I mean, come to the fudge on, they were a bunch of cute talented boys. What's not to like? "Helloooo!" I waved my hand in front of her. "Niall is three years older than Luke!" When Luke was born, Niall has already run around breaking girls' hearts in Ireland for god sake.

Nolan's Pov I really don't know what to do anymore. I understand that she may not like me anymore. But, I want us to fix things. I want us to be friends again. "I don't think that's gonna happen." Niall said. Nolan was surprised. "You were thinking out loud." Niall added. Isa entered with her friend Maeve. "Guys, this is Maeve. Isa said as she introduced her to the boys. "Hello" Maeve said in a high pitched voice. "I thought you said you had no friends." Owen chirped. "Well, things change." Isa replied as she rolled her eyes. Maeve, this is Niall, Owen, and Nolan. "The one that's been giving you sleepless nights even before he got here?" Maeve asked innocently. "Hey!" Isa said. "It was just

Niall whines, "Don't do this." Gracie stick out a tongue to Niall, "Well Boo! Your Siruu chose me, suck it, big boy!" She teasingly sing before entangling her arms around Sira and following her into the room, exaggeratedly showing off Niall. It's an ongoing joke, principally a feud between the curly haired girl and her male best friend. As the door clicks close, she sees Sira's warm glances on her.

I hadn’t liked Alpha Horace the first time around. I could see Niall took his role seriously. His head was constantly moving as he scanned the landscape for pursuers. If I closed my eyes I could recall the silky feel of his shaggy blond hair. He smelled of hay and engine oil, hardly what I’d have expected in a mate. I also knew my new perfume was a bit much given the way he kept screwing up his nose as we’d huddled together. In the small space beneath the blanket it was overpowering. Maybe we could shower together and …

He was likely busy with Navy. I swallowed hard. I needed to stop thinking about him. Zane had chosen someone else. I wasn’t his Luna. I was just another distraction. My gaze flicked back to Ronan. A thought slipped out. "Is Nia okay with this?" He tilted his head. "With what?" "Us, dancing." "Why wouldn’t she be?" I pressed my lips together. He read my worry anyway, laughter hiding in his eyes. "Nia’s my sister." Relief rushed through me. But it also left me embarrassed. What if he thought I wanted something more?

"For your good too, you should just forget it and move on to the next unsuspecting Luna." His face went pale. "What do you mean by that?" I couldn't help but chuckle. The sound came out harsh and bitter. "I know you're hyperfixated on Ciara O'Callahan because she's a born Luna with no siblings." Ronan's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "You want to be Alpha of her pack in the near future," I continued, warming to the topic. "And in a life, it did work out. Just not in this one."

"Add another. Make it burn." I do, sliding a second finger in, the stretch intense, a burn that makes me wince, but the pleasure follows, dark and consuming. My hips rock into my hand, the slow burn coiling tighter but they watch with cold detachment, their words cutting through me like knives. "Look at her," Nolan says to Finn, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Fucking herself like a whore. Bet she's thinking about our cocks right now—how we'd split her open, make her bleed a little." He reaches down, slapping my hand away from my clit for a moment, replacing it with his own rough fingers, pinching the sensitive bud hard.

I don't like the sound of that; in fact my chest has literally tightened on hearing this. “I need all three of you,” I croak. “I can’t do 'THIS' with missing pieces in our bond.” Nyall moves closer and kneels in front of me, taking my hand in his. “You won’t have to, we’ll bring him back.” “And Cormac?” Orien’s eyes darken Instantly, “He’s already marked himself for death.”