Fifth Harmony One Shots Novels & Stories

I know that isn’t it, but she’s small and docile and reminds me of a baby doe. Her eyes are more gold than brown, though not as big, and her sandy hair really isn’t a true blonde or brunette. With over half their group missing, the others come down the hall of the laundry to enter the other side of the kitchen while the chorus and bluesy beat rings, “That’s My Girl!” I see the song title and group name Fifth Harmony on Haru’s screen, and if summoned by the chorus, Sugar pops his head in, more than happy to move the party into the kitchen and join them.

"Do you even know who I am? I am Haruka Ito, the representative of the Far East Division of Hexagon Inc.! I am a member of the Five Royal Gates and daughter of the Way of Fire! I am Haru Miyamoto's lover, representative of the Island Nation's Martial Arts Alliance, Shinto Way prodigy, and the leader of the Six Schools. Even in Country A, I have countless people to back me up! "And even then, you dare to harm me?" Harvey smiled. "Why not?" After he said that, he extended his hand and grabbed Haruka's soft hand. There was a crack. Haruka let out a painful scream as she held her broken finger. Her face turned pale in an instant. Harvey pulled out a paper towel and wiped Haruka's forehead. With

Dominic nodded and replied, “Yes. Zicreh Martinez, the Fifth Prince, is the only person we can trust.” Harmonia nodded, then looked back at the relationship chart spread out on the table. The next moment, she pointed at the photo of Jasper and smiled with a cold expression in her eyes. As dawn broke, Harmonia returned to Heron Bay Villa. Safan and Ginevra were already home. When they saw Harmonia, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

I push against that invisible barrier, willing Harmony to hand control back over to me. “Harmony don’t do this! Please don’t do this! I am not ready!” She continues on, standing on our toes to get closer to his face, she places our other free hand behind his neck and pulls him closer until our lips met his. Those tiny sparks from my palm erupted into larger ones, leaving Harmony with a greater need to be quenched. She pushes our tongue between his parted lips, tasting his deliciousness for the first time. He tastes of coffee and something else I can’t quite place, but it is intoxicating. I fight the temptation to give in just as Harmony pulls him further into the room, toward the bed.

Sunlight fractured across the lake’s surface, calm, blinding, deceptive. Beneath it, the currents churned. That was how he would remain. Controlled. Harmless in appearance. Relentless in motion. Mary’s pleas echoed behind him, unanswered. The war he had begun was far from over. And soon, the Musk family, everyone except Zach, would understand what it meant for a child left behind to return. They would never see it coming.

sharp and final: "Prep for extraction... we’re ending this—for good."

Jerome said as he stretched his phone forward. So Jessica Hart and Isabella Ross are one?

I said. “Holy shit! You went for an apology and still got fucked!” bella said. “What?” I asked. “I can't still wrap my head around you been with all five of them, it's crazy,” she said again. “Oh, stop speaking like my grandma, let her live her life however she wants” Jan said, doubling over in laughter. “How you seriously judging me?” I asked. “Girl, everyone is taking. I don't want to talk too much but I think five is really a lot,” bella said.

A massive emerald, ringed by a halo of diamonds, sparkled in the candlelight. I shivered when his fingertips grazed my neck. “Perfect,” he whispered in my ear. “Like it was made for you.” I raised my champagne glass, trying to hide my racing heart. Orion sat across from me, his gray eyes burning into mine, threatening to melt me. It had been five years since I was reborn. Five years I’d spent by his side. I was his secret. His only woman. I knew he didn’t do marriage. But the way he looked at me, the way he made love to me… it made me hope. It made me dream that he would ask me to be his wife.

It was the beginning of an everlasting friendship for them both. After they had both cried, Niyi’s mother said, “Niyi, I want to tell you something. Do you know about the five senses?” Niyi nodded. It was in a poster in their class. “Eye, ear, tongue, nose, and..” she couldn’t remember the last one. She wiped her wet eyes on her sleeve as she struggled to. “Skin,” her mother said and tickled her, making her laugh. “Remember, we all have five senses. If you lose one you’ll get four out of five. Is that a good score?”