One Direction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ariana’s POV I barely slept. Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw him again. Kian standing too close. His hand around my neck. The way his voice had sounded when he whispered against my skin. Stop reminding me that you’re not mine. God. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist all over again. I turned over for what felt like the hundredth time, shoving my face deeper into the pillow. This was bad. Very bad. Because the problem wasn’t just that Kian almost kissed me.

I said, turning around to face her, my hand instinctively supporting my lower back. "It’s enough for first month and a deposit on a small studio apartment near the North Avenue corridor. Nobody knows us over there. No diner customers, no gossip, no reminders. We go dark, you finish your junior year online, and I find a telephone dispatch job I can do from a desk." Katherine looked at me, her blue eyes incredibly grave. "And what about him?"

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."

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.

Clearly not… “Angel?” I gave his hand a squeeze before letting it go. Giving him one more glance I spun around, feeling like a robot as I made my way to the door. I didn’t move my head, not my hips, just my feet. My hand latched onto the door handle thought I couldn’t get myself to open the door. I was torn. Broken. Stupid. XXX Infinity – One Direction We end up at a club. And I end up drunk quicker than I would have liked. I blame this on cell phones. Every time my friend’s phone went off I got the urge to down a shot. And that I did. Over and over and over again.

The only sound in the room their breathing. “The dream appears to be romantic but I can feel the darkness just lurking behind the wall in my mind. I want to look beyond the wall, but I am afraid.” “Leave the wall alone for now. Tell me the rest.” “He appeared to be gone.” Her body stay coiled, but her hands reached out to her lover. Her fingers closed; her arms stayed empty. Sylvia sees the twisting of her eyes. She seems troubled by what is to come next. “I start to wonder one touch…one whisper…one kiss. I am his for eternity. I know that for certain.”

Caleb When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the library. I was inside her mind. I saw the clearing. I saw Mason. I saw the red-eyed Alpha reaching for her. And I screamed — not with my mouth, but through my wolf. And suddenly, the world exploded in crimson light. Ronan The sky fractured. No, literally fractured — like lightning that didn’t roar. Like the very fabric of reality was tearing open above the clearing. And then Mason screamed. He stumbled back, clutching his head in agony. Sienna crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Naomi's POV Okay, okay, okay, this was unexpected, but it's happening. What did they tell you about witches, huh? There's literally nothing we cannot do, including tapping into the fourth wall and ripping and altering the points of views. I guess I didn't expect the lycan prince and heir to the throne of the royal line kingdom to be this good looking. Now, I wanted a piece of him. "What do we do now?" Omega Antonio asked me. "How do we begin the process?" He asked again. Prince Austin was still as scared, confused as he had ever been.

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.

"I'll bear with it for now. Once the baby's born, I'll kick her out. If she messes with me again, I'll teach her a good lesson." I quickly comforted him and ended the call. Staring at the new recording on my phone, I smiled, thinking to myself, "Now, I have more evidence against Rhea." A few days later, Rhea sent me the wedding photos she took with Jack. Honestly, the photos turned out great. As both of them were good-looking, the photos were pleasant to the eye. But for me, those photos were incriminating evidence.