Falling One Direction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He followed the footprints to get to Eren. “You won't be able to run away from me Eren! You know what my special ability is right?!” shouted Jacob trying to intimidate Eren. With his special powers, Jacob tries to chase after Eren. He ran very fast and almost caught up with Eren who was walking in the thick grass. "Got you, Eren!" said Jacob as he continued to run fast. When he got very close to Eren, suddenly... "Brakkk!" Jacob fell so hard he rolled over. The gun he was carrying fell somewhere.

The timing was key. “I’m only too happy to be of service to you, my Alpha,” cooed Stephanie, and Connor picked up on it. He found her extremely attractive but wasn’t quite sure if she was ‘the one’ to select as his Luna. Yes, she was feisty and ruthless like him, but she would first need to prove herself. He would definitely be keeping a close eye on her. Stephanie began to stand up when she was dismissed by Connor. Her foot caught the edge of the rug and she lost her balance and fell forward. Connor was luckily there to catch her or she would have hit her head against the corner of his desk.

What has happened in the minutes that she'd fallen asleep in the office. Cerise hears footsteps resonating from the stairwell and a horde of aurums launch at her. In an instant, she makes a run for it but fails to do so as she's grabbed by the foot and thrown in the air. She raises her hand and drains all the oxygen in the room as quick as she could, but doing so drains her energy too. She sees all the aurums falling to their knees, coughing, strangling their necks in an attempt to grasp any sort of air. The last thing Cerise sees before passing out is Nicholas.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

He even remembered to remind me. He knew and remembered everything. And yet, he still cheated. His voice was hoarse while his breathing was ragged—like a dying fish gulping for air. A cold, sinking feeling spread through my body, like I'd fallen into an icy river. My limbs felt weak, and even my head felt unbearably heavy. Why would he send me a voice message while they were in bed? Did they get off on this? Without thinking, I called him. "Is there something wrong with the project?" I asked. "Or do your clients just not have wives and kids to go home to this late at night?"

He motioned for Edward and Daniel to freeze, then pointed toward the east wing corridor. That was when I saw it. A sliver of movement—just at the edge of the shadows. Someone was standing in the archway near the library. Edward’s voice was low but lethal. “Identify yourself.” The figure didn’t move. Falco took the first step down. “Last warning.” Still nothing. Then, without a sound, the figure turned and walked deeper into the shadows, disappearing into the east wing. Falco swore under his breath and moved fast. Edward followed, and—of course—Daniel too.

I am still compiling all the documents in each department when I suddenly felt a chill in my back. You know the chill that you experience if you are scared or in a creepy place? Yes. that's what I am talking about and the weird thing is the office becomes silent. A minute ago, it is noisy, but now a complete silence takes over our floor. I can feel someone is on my back but my instincts tells me to not look back because danger is lurking. I am not who I am if I will not look back. It is not in my character not to look back. I am a badass or a dumbass there is a thin line between those two when it comes to me.

She shuddered slightly, recalling how his deep voice seemed to reach right through the phone and set her nerves on fire with forbidden need. The unmistakable sounds of him pleasuring himself while making such tempting promises nearly tore her apart. Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut, fighting against the mounting wave of confusing yearning. She couldn't allow herself to be undone by mere words and insinuations, no matter how seductively presented. This was simply a corporate deal to ensure the critical Saxon merger.

Her apartment was quiet. Peaceful. She dropped her bag, kicked off her heels, and leaned against the wall. For a moment, she closed her eyes. But instead of silence— Him. His voice. His gaze. The way he stood too close without touching her. She opened her eyes quickly. “No,” she whispered to herself. This wasn’t happening. She wasn’t losing control. Not over him. Across the city, Damon stood by the window of his office, overlooking the skyline. His mind wasn’t on business.

She’s vulnerable without surrounding herself with all of these pawns. ‘I’m not asking permission,’ Nero doesn’t bother waiting for a response, charging at her, but just as we’re about to barrel into her, something slams into my side. Our paws squelch through guts and blood, struggling to gain traction. Weightlessness consumes me, causing bile to lurch in my throat. We’re falling. Nearly a hundred feet separates the top of the cliff from the basin of the ravine. ‘Nero!’ ‘We’re not fucking dying, you dumb asshole,’ he’s able to reach out, snagging on a rock before it breaks free. My ribs crack as we roll down another twenty-five feet, and a pained roar tears from Nero. The sound overpowers the