One Direction Fanfic Novels & Stories

Steel security barriers dropped, blocking the corridor ahead. Face-to-Face Again Through the flickering terminal, Natalia’s scarred face twisted, dark and venomous. "You can’t run... and you can’t win," she hissed. "The ocean... belongs to me." The Only Way Out Desperate but determined, Damien locked eyes with Vanessa and Kyle. "We push through... no matter what." He grabbed my hand, steady but fierce. "Stay close... I’m not losing you." The water surged higher, the warship groaned, and the deadly countdown continued…

How could they not be mine? *Creeekk!* My thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly creaked open. At first, I thought it was my father. He scolds me five times a day. It’s tiring. But then I see Damon step inside. He looks worn and disheveled, as if he has just escaped from my father’s guards, who are guarding me strictly by the way. “Damn? All those guards? Your Father is serious about locking you away from Miss One-Night-Stand. How are you not stressed?” he talked, shaking off his shoulders like he just finished a marathon.

RHEA I just saw them again, not just the wrist grab, not the shove against the wall, but the moment the world bent around them. I stood in the shadowed edge of the classroom doorway as my breath caught somewhere between the lungs and my pride. It was supposed to be over. That was the point of the last few years, Ronan was supposed to pull away, Kieran was supposed to forget. That was the plan, but look at them being pulled towards each other, like mating fireflies.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m