One Direction Imagines Novels & Stories

one of the guys said and I cast a glare at him then spat on his face. "Shit!"He groaned and two guys grabbed each of my hands."Let go of me."I wriggled as my phone slipped out of my hand and dropped on the ground,I pulled my right shoe with my other leg and put a call through Davis with my bare feet. "you all leave me alone now?"

Nathan added Stephanie suddenly laughed, “Hahahahaha….Fate!” “I’m screwed!” she smile widely “What?” “He is the guy from the club!” “Fuck no!” Nathan showed his disbelief “Yep!” “But, you are fine now! I mean, we know that Martin found out you had ONS, but it seems he doesn’t know it was him, right?” “Just pretend the two of you don’t know each other! Problem solved!” Nathan added “I had sex with him this morning!” Stephanie eyes continue look ahead

Each word felt carved from his bones, each sentence carried the rhythm of truth. In the stillness of his room, he imagined standing on that stage, his mother watching from the front row. He imagined the crowd falling silent as he spoke of her, their shame rising like smoke. He imagined tears falling—not just from his mother, but from those who had once mocked her. And he smiled. Because tomorrow, exile would no longer define them. Tomorrow, she would be honored. By dawn, word had already spread that Henry himself would deliver a speech. The students whispered in the corridors. Teachers speculated. Even the suitors, in their polished suits, stiffened with a new awareness: Henry was not just s

In the Hollow One’s temple, we found it; a silver mirror that whispered. Each time I looked, I saw a different version of myself. One wore a crown. One held a child. One was devouring a pack. And one… was married to Lira. The Oracle broke her silence. “You weren’t born under this sky,” she said. “What does that mean?” I snapped. She held up my blood in moonlight. It shimmered like stars. “You were born under the Ninth Moon. Not this realm. Not this timeline. That’s why they fear you.”

Shawn Mendes - Imagination I'm sorry it's more narrative than conversation. I want to tell you how they feel. Sorry if it's getting boring. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯

Ariana’s POV “Stop staring like you've seen a ghost and answer my question?” His voice cold and sharp snapped me out of shock. There he was. Standing right in front of me in a deep blue shirt, the first two top buttons undone, black pants, like the picture I saw on the news. My eyes traveled over him, not believing what I was seeing. Damien. Alive. My eyes met his and everything else faded. My breath caught. My throat tightened. I didn’t think. I couldn’t.

As we walked together quite slowly, I opened the door to the room from the inside and poked my head out, making sure that no one was currently watching our movements. "Hurry up, but don't walk towards the back, you better go out towards the living room," I whispered still trying to look right and left. Adam seemed to understand. He started to walk out of my room after he was also sure that no one was watching. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him move, but at least I was on the verge of getting Adam out from behind the closet. "Adam... Mahira... what are you doing?" suddenly came someone's voice.

The card had so many files, I opened the first file, it was a video of Violet getting a Medusa tattoo on his wrist, but I had never seen a tattoo on her wrist. My shaking hand clicked on the next video, and the first thing I heard was the same music sound I heard from the operating room on the day Layana was murdered, the same sound was played in the room where Layana's murderer was, The sound was played in a hospital room, "Mummy you are playing my favorite music," A small boy spoke to the person behind the camera. "It's my baby's favorite music and my baby got a new heart today, are you excited!" the person behind the camera said excitedly and it happened to be Violet's voice.

His hold was strong enough to bruise her neck. He always knew Britney was stupid. Yet he did not expect her to exceed the bar he had set for her. The moment his saw Stephanie's wounded picture in her phone, everything became as clear as day. He confirmed his doubts. Britney furiously tapped his arm as her lungs begin to ache. She put a hand over her chest as her she scratched and pinched his arm to make him released his grip. Her throat was burning. Her legs felt weak, working and losing balance. Her eyes begin to drop shut as darkness took over.