One Direction Nails Novels & Stories

"Look, Margaret, they're all big rooms with fancy decorations. Pick whichever one you like best." The wedding planner, a thin woman named Evelyn, cleared her throat nervously. "Perhaps we could take a closer look at the ballroom? It has a lovely view of the gardens." As Margaret followed Evelyn, chattering excitedly about flower arrangements and lighting, Carson hung back. He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his messages. There was one from a pretty bartender he'd met last week. She wanted to meet up again. Carson smirked, quickly typing out a reply. He'd have to be careful, though. The wedding was less than a month away, and he couldn't risk any scandals now.

He hasn’t finished his words when Stephanie cut him “Don’t suggest me for another ONS or to find other men…” She said to him as she threw away her cigarette “Martin found out about my ONS and he was mad,” Stephanie added “No way! I tried my best!” Nathan was surprised. He did his job perfectly, deleting all the evidence in the club and kept people silent on it, but in the end, he can’t compete with Martin. He is too powerful and he can get whatever he wants, for sure. “Well, we know how capable he is!” Stephanie patted his shoulder and started to walk

Abby said, looking at Olive as if she was the one getting her nails done. “We were thinking something like this.” Olive pulls out her phone and shows her the picture of the nails that had different looks on the nails. Two of them them was a plain dusty blue, one with a dusty blue french tip, one that has swirls on it with a neutral base which Olive suggested to be champagne and the the last one was a slanted french tip with champagne glitter separating the blue and the neutral colour. “I can definitely do that and I will definitely need to do extensions on these nubs.” Abby said, punctuating her words with smiles.

Two other guards were stationed outside, watching from the street. The chemical scent of acetone was laced with floral notes of jasmine and rose. Everything was draped in creamy linens and warm wood. Fruit infused waters were given to us, and we were quickly ushered to a set of chairs. Fallon downed hers and grabbed one with juicy slices of kiwi floating around in it. The nail technician’s began with our feet, soaking them before scrubbing and clipping our nails. We’d been quiet for the first few minutes, soaking in the music as we watched the tech’s flit around us like a well-oiled machine.

The servants looked at him, surprised, when he stepped out of his room. And when Michael, the host of the event, announced Onel's presence in the hall, he walked in. “And now, I present to you our beautiful omega who just turned eighteen today...Ladies and gentlemen, here comes Onel!” The doors opened. Everyone was stunned when they saw him naked. The second he walked in; the moon became full. He smiled and shifted.

Every revelation was a reminder, nothing in this world stayed buried for long. When the clock edged closer to the hour, Nico became a man on a mission. He lined up products and fabrics like a general preparing for war. He started with my nails, carefully pressing on a fresh set. “Short. Always short,” he declared with the authority of a stylist who brooked no debate. “Long claws scream desperation. Short nails? That’s control and power. That’s a woman who doesn’t need to reach, because everything comes to her.” I smirked. “Bossy much?”

I was actually having a decent morning, which in my life lately, was basically a miracle. The sun was out, my iced matcha was hitting just right, and I was on my way to get my nails done. I had a vision for this set—deep, "rich girl" red with a almond shape.

Then the first strip came off, I screamed. Monica cackled. “Oh, this is fantastic.” Cherry handed me a stress ball. “Focus on Greece. Focus on Greece.” By the time it was over, I felt like a polished seal. Smooth, traumatized, and slightly proud. We moved to the nail section, and I sank into the massage chair while the technician examined my hands. “No,” Monica said immediately. “No neutral beige. She needs Greece nails.” “What are Greece nails?” I asked. Cherry held up a palette. “Ocean blue. Maybe a touch of gold.”

Maria stared at her strawberry pink coated nails with her middle finger painted yellow with a cute pink flower design that had a tiny pink diamond in the middle. "I think Mai's nails are really cute. It suits you." Maria admired Mai's lapis blue painted nails with a yellow star design on her middle and thumb nail. After leaving Black Swan Boutique, Duchess Dior suggested that they all go and visit the capitol's second popular jewelry store called New Moon Palace.

Might as well just spit it out. "I wish I had control over my life." He gave me a puzzled look like I didn't know what I was saying. "What are you talking about? Lady Monique, I heard you were a fucking billionaire. I want to be like you, but I doubt it." "Oh, I wish it was that easy." I held up my hands in such a way that I could get an unhindered view of my nails. My natural nails were quite lengthy, so there was no need for acrylic. Gina gave me a mini manicure a few days ago and coated them maroon, the ring finger was coated silver.