One Direction 6 Some Novels & Stories

"Dad, why'd you hit me? I'm your real daughter. You hid me for six years because of her, and I let it slide. Now I'm pregnant—with your actual grandkid. What's so wrong about wanting to come home?" Sharon stared them down like she owned the place. Adelson heiress, future Benetton queen—this drama barely registered. "If it blows up, just toss some cash at it. Yasmine's freaking out 'cause she knows you're done backing her once I'm back. She's a fake—and she will be broke, head to toe." Sebastian's hand shook as he pointed at her. "You..." He used to think the daughter raised apart was just rough around the edges—she'd grow out of it. Never imagined she'd turn out this dumb and cruel.

“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.

I grabbed the five scope handle and began to turn according to the pattern. The first lock clicked open. One down, two to go. Way to go.

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

She tried to push her memory and list everything she remembered about them. "This seemed quite young, maybe in their early to mid twenties. The guy named Harry had a tattoo of an eagle on his wrist. And they were reporting everything to someone on the phone." She's scratched her hair in an attempt to jog up her memory. She had clearly heard the name of the person who was commanding them. Maybe the injury on her head had made her memory week.

She added She opened her bag and pulled out a dark blue folder. She said, “I’ll call for an emergency meeting to re-vote on this matter.” Ken sighed, he then said, “You think it will change the result?” “The gap is pretty wide, Rei,” Roy finally spoke up “Yes, 7:3. You can’t beat it!” Ken tried to convenience his daughter “I’ll be fine if the result is still the same. But they need to know, I’ll go with Yoan. So, I’ll be the director for South Korea, instead of Yoan.”

It buzzed once already. I sink into the sofa by the window, the plush fabric doing nothing to soften the tension coiled in my spine. The global announcement was a calculated move. It doesn’t reveal your name, your face. Just your Player ID. A number for the wolves to chase. #666666. That’s me. Public enemy number one. Or public recruitment target number one. Same difference. The other number was #666661. Jax.

Deep in my bones, where the exhaustion lived, I already knew. I reached out, my fingers shaking so hard I nearly knocked the toothbrush holder over. I picked up the stick. Two pink lines. They weren't faint. They were bold, dark, and....mocking me. "No," I whispered, the word catching in my dry throat. "No, no, no." I sank onto the closed lid of the toilet, the cold plastic shocking my skin. My mind raced. Six weeks since the night of the rain. Six weeks since the man with the blue eyes and the "no names" rule had walked out of his own bed and left me in the dark.

Her eyes start to glisten as the news sinks in Fuck