One Direction Imagines Novels & Stories

"Tangerine interrupted Dos for a moment to calm down. Uno walks out after he tied Mayora's arms and feet. Uno tried not to worried about Tangerine, for he is having no proof from what he thinks lately. Every night a girl named Carmilla always bugging his dreams. He doesn't even know whats the connection of him to her. He was even more confused when they met this woman, he thought he was just dreaming but it was true, it was Tangerine who was holding some of her equipment when they first met. He could not forget the image of the girl because he saw it in a dream every night. He doesn't even know if it's just one person or maybe his mind is just playing games. Uno just feels that he needs to f

as I walked outside to the garden area. The sun was bright as I emerged outside, the omegas of the pack racing around setting up chairs in front of the long wooden podium in the center of the podium were 3 pillars with 3 chains on it for our little rogue. As I stand in awe of what was being done. I feel arms wrap around my waist. It was no other than my beautiful Luna.

Of course, it’s one of the famous songs from his favorite band, Parokya ni Edgar. “I take one step away and find myself coming back to you, My One and Only One and Only You.” He hears the voice singing on the fence between the girl’s apartment and theirs. The beautiful voice intrigued him. It was the first time he had heard someone sing at a friend’s house. Her voice is gorgeous. He wants to hear more than this and to know her. Clark went into the chair just next to the fence and looked over. As there was a light on the lamppost, he could see the woman. She was wearing earphones as she sat on the bench. Her eyes were closed, she wore her pajamas, and her head was still moving as if she enjoy

His gaze was locked on Steven and I, especially our joined hands. "Steven," he muttered through clenched teeth.

By morning, the whispers have grown teeth. The halls feel smaller. The air heavier. People stare. Some with amusement. Others with awe. And then there are those who look at me like I’m a character in a drama I didn’t sign up for. The rumors aren’t just about Oliver’s pre-selection heroics anymore. They’re about us. Us, and the fight. Us, and the way Zane looked like he was about to break something that wasn't a bone. I wanted to keep us quiet.

I explained, and he nodded, finally giving me room to talk. “First, you’re going to go in there and act very normal. They’ll be watching you, so do not try looking for cameras anywhere. I had promised to bring Andrea to Jess, but that will raise more alarm, so watch over her like a hawk.” I could never have imagined giving instructions to the legendary Dominic. “Jess will be back home tomorrow for phase two of our plan. I know I’m not supposed to be saying this, but just trust me.” His brows furrowed for a bit, but he eventually gave in. “Okay, Mr. Denver, I’ll do as you’ve suggested, but if anything happens to Jess, I swear I’ll….” He tried to say, but I cut him off with a smirk.

I passed through them like a ghost dressed in borrowed clothes. His invitation was like a brand in my head, even if I didn't want to think about Damien. *A single evening.* It mocked me, a sultry murmur that promised to yank me from the ruins of my existence, if only for a few hours. The bandages were scraping on my hands as they clenched into fists in my pockets. The brutality of reality made it impossible for me to afford to indulge in imagination.