One Direction 6 Some Novels & Stories

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

The assistant rolled her eyes, then nodded firmly. "That's right." Jessica's eyes lit up. She pushed through the crowd to stand before me. "Percy, you're here to invest, right?" Her eyes were filled with hope. But unfortunately, she was about to be disappointed. I looked at Jessica expressionlessly. "I'm here to withdraw my investment. I'm taking back the 500 thousand dollars I gave you when you started your company."

One evening on a weekend, I checked the time difference and FaceTimed my parents. Through the screen, Sasha took in my rosy complexion, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Oh my, Naomi is having a blast there. I guess the breakup was the right decision.” I shared with them the photos of Iceland’s aurora and glaciers with a grin. After some small talk, my father sighed out of the blue. Something seemed to be on his mind. “What’s wrong, Dad?” Sasha set down her kitchen whisk and wiped her hands, her tone resigned. “What do you think? It’s about Lorenzo.”

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

I want him to ask if I am okay after what happened, but he has gone radio silent, probably tucked in his cozy bedroom, sleeping. "Oh, my God, look at this," Sienna’s voice cuts through the loud music. She spins her phone around to face the group, showing a freshly updated page from New York Elite Gossip. SPOTTED AT AURA MANHATTAN: The Six Wives of New York have officially reunited. Word on the street is that the city’s favorite heiresses are out to play. Summer just got a whole lot hotter! "They work fast," Elena remarks dryly, leaning back against the plush booth and swirling her drink. "We’ve been in the building for less than forty-five minutes, and the blogs are already tracking our coor

he said. “And you’ll tell me your actual name then?” I asked. “I promise,” he nodded. “Let's go.” Six turned to me. “I’m hungry,” I whined. “We’re getting food before we leave blossom. I’m not mean,” he replied. “Never said you were,” I smirked, making Five chuckle while Six rolled his eyes. “Can I get your number?” Five asked, Six sent him an icy glare. “Sure,” I said, taking his phone. “What are you going to save my name as?” Five chuckled. “Why, it only makes sense that you become Six,” I giggled.

Like all those years I relentlessly thought of him meant nothing. Above all, was Declan's stature and frame. My goodness, just seeing Declan shirtless could make any woman's system go haywire. He was not exceptionally muscular with just about 8 pack abs or 16cm biceps. Perhaps it was just the way he carried himself, his charisma, his whole attitude has always been attractive to me. Like him or hate him, Declan Denning was a very charming man.

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

“Clear this table. Dump everything now!” “What the fuck Jordan? What the actual fuck! I’m trying here, you know. What is your problem?” She screamed angrily. I didn’t answer her silly questions and turned my attention to Jerome, who now walked towards me. “Good morning Boss, it’s time.” Jerome whispered. “Sure, let’s go.” I nodded. “Fiona, 6 hours is what you have to pack out from here. I know, I’m too generous but I promise you my generosity wouldn’t stretch after 6 hours.” I smirked and walked out leaving her glued to the spot where she stood.

Gavin came closer to me, not waiting for long; he immediately shot out his right hand and landed on my cheek so hard that I took a step back and almost hit the door behind me. "Gavin, don't do that to Mahira. How many times have you hit her over a misunderstanding, you thought, huh? It's enough that you made Mahira throw away everything she had for you; don't throw away Mahira's hope to stay alive," Adam defended. His voice rose so loudly.