One Direction Bromances Novels & Stories

He offered me a wide smile that made his eyes shrink. The way he spoke made me feel tense, and I didn’t know another man could invoke this part in me apart from Jordan. Who is this guy? “By the way, I’m Dione, Dione Foreman.” He stretched out his hand for a handshake. I took his hand, shaking it. “I’m Jess.” I didn’t know where Dione came from, but this handsomeness before me was simply breathtaking.

"You're always too idealistic, Ethan. Just think about it. We're not hurting anyone. It's a simple bet, a game." Reluctance warred within Ethan as he weighed his brother's words against his own principles. In the end, he sighed, realizing the extent of Alex's determination. "Fine, Alex. But remember, we're treading dangerous ground here. We must proceed with caution and ensure no harm comes to her." With a triumphant grin, Alex extended his hand, sealing their agreement. "Deal, Ethan. Let the game begin."

Realization crossed her face as they came face to face. “Come along, Little One,” Mrs. Beverly beamed as she suddenly appeared, “let’s step back and watch from over here. You can record for me, okay?” “Okay,” Lilly smiled and hugged Jasmine then took Mrs. Beverly’s hand. “Like your surprise?” Raziel asked as he placed her left hand on top of his, Daemon placed her right hand on top of his, Lucian placed his hand on top of her and Raziel’s hands, and Asher placed his hand on top of her and Daemon’s hands.

"At last, you're back Amber." <> <> <>

“Cali and I are one of those many types and we absolutely adore each other.” “But sometimes, just like every other siblings, we tend to get into misunderstandings,” Cameron went on, oblivious to the fact that Annie was already dozing off. “Tjats just how life is, we fight and then makeup. Its just something that…” his voice trailed off when he finally noticed she had slept off.

I sent Brannon a text asking where he was and he said he was almost here. Nadine bombarded me with all kinds of questions and Nahlela just laughed and gave me a look which I think meant “you are on your own”. Finally, Brannon arrived and after the greetings and introductions, he and Nadine hit it off. I asked Nahlela If she wanted to dance and then both of us went to the dance floor and started dancing. I wasn’t really a good dancer but I followed her lead and tried not to step on someone or twist my ankle.

The butterfly demands, grabbing my arms, her face red from fury. " Excuse me?” I say pushing her off me and adjusting my dress. " Hena that's enough!” Josh says stepping in between us. The butterfly – Hena pouts and grabs his arm. He doesn't push her off, just gives her a cold stare which has her pouting harder. " You can't ignore me forever, Josh. I already said it won't happen again. Can't you forgive me?” She whines, her voice grating on my ears. Not in the mood to witness another Romeo and Juliet, I adjust my bag and walk away from the parking lot. Nika told me to call her as soon as I get to campus, so that's what I do.

Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork. Suddenly, it hit me all at once. I had come back to this very day—the day Lionel and I were supposed to get our marriage certificate. When Tracy saw me staring straight at Lionel, she got so flustered that she started stomping her feet. She grabbed my arm and basically shoved me toward Jamie. "Incubi are born flirts! How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside. He doesn't even know what love is! Don't ruin your whole life being his plaything."

Out through my mouth trying to stay in control and calm “I want proof that Naomi is alive and I will get you the money,” I say again, more dangerous now. “Now.” Silence stretches. I can practically hear him considering it, weighing his options, enjoying this far too much. “Fine,” he says. “I will send you something.” A notification buzzes on my phone before I can respond. And Incoming video. My stomach drops with terror as I open it. Abel’s voice returns, low and deliberate. “Ten seconds. Don’t say I’m not generous.”