One Direction 6 Some Novels & Stories

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.

Like he could hear what I was thinking. “I know,” he murmured. “You’re already planning to come, aren’t you?” My throat went dry. “Don’t bother calling the cops. Or your guard dog.” My stomach turned. He meant Adrian. “If you bring anyone,” Davis continued, “your father won’t be leaving in one piece.” My fingers trembled. Silence stretched. Then, slowly he said. "You have one hour." The call disconnected. The breath I was holding came crashing out. My body felt like it had been dropped into ice water. I barely noticed Adrian grab the phone from my hands. He was trying to redial, call back the number, but it won’t connect.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

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.

Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.

Thank you to everyone who supported me, y'all are part of this success. FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT: One In A Million will have its spin-off, Run. This one will show how the world works outside the facility during the time they were battling with the parasites and zombies. Lawrence and Georgia will be the lead characters here. I will write it soon, so, stay tuned! Live long, Mickeys!

Rent was one of the major headaches of living in the capital city but he was well paid so he could afford it. Muhammad now had an idea about who he was dealing with because he now knew that he was no match for The First One when it came down to physique, speed or killer instincts. The only chance he might have against The First One is his psychological abilities and that was what he was going to use to take down the psycho. He needed to find a way to stay alive if he was going to end up being the last man standing in their inevitable showdown. There was a car parked outside his house with members of the Tactical Assault Team (TAT) of the SSS keeping watch over him but he was still not taking