One Direction Nails Novels & Stories

I show them to Rasheed and he just smirks. “Sneaker head I see.” He says. “Oh yes, I love me some shoes, you can check them out, I’ve got maybe two to three hundred pairs.” His eyes nearly bulge out his head. I chuckle and go back to Onyx’s room to get ready. We didn’t hire any makeup artists, because it’s not a super formal event, were just going out. Sierra insisted on a nail technician though, I get a simple French tip. Storm does my makeup lightly, I’m not a makeup type of girl but for tonight I’ll let them doll me up.

Clearly they were on very strict orders, because each one bounced around the room like they had shot gunned a carafe of espresso before the start of their shift. While a frizzy haired make-up artist dabbed my face with sweet smelling creams and shimmery eyeshadow, a man with beautifully dark skin pinned each individual curl to my head. I had another man on each side of me, tugging at my fingers as they clipped and buffed my fingernails. As much as I loved the glittery blue they swiped over them, I couldn’t sit still long enough for them to tackle my feet. Even Olive wasn’t exempt, though she did chase off the make-up artist by threatening to chomp her fingertips off. She at least got a good

Gigi giggled. "Well, I would show you my tattoo but it is located in a private place, but you can play with your imagination, I swear to God I have it." It was true. Liz had a One Direction tattoo on her ribs, she did it a night when she was drunk and thought it was the funniest thing ever. No-one stopped her, not even Jayla said a thing, and she was the most responsible of them all.

, Dawn corrected “I don’t think I could ever forgive them for what they did” “I don’t blame you”, Lena said. She’d be the exact same way if she was in Dawn’s shoes. The twenty one year old continued painting her nails while Dawn selected a colour for her own fingers and toes. “You know that colour really does suit you”, she remarked, shaking the bottle of metallic burnt orange. “Thanks”, Lena said, dipping the brush back into the bottle so she could finish off her left hand “see you’ve gone for the orange”. “Yeah, thought I would try something a little different”, Dawn explained. Whenever she had done her nails, it was either black or dark purple. She just started to unscrew the bottle when

Ricardo was the one who choose the nail design and the hair style all because he felt my taste wasn't the best. ' Well yours better be the best I thought inwardly as the nail tech worked on my nails. It took almost two hours before the nail tech and hair style finished their magic on me. " Perfect." Ricardo said coming into the section I was. He had left earlier to take a business phone call. I stared at my newly manicured nails with a huge smile. They're so perfect! They weren't too long neither short. The nail tech made a red flower design and added little diamond stones.

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

00:61:30. Barely sixty-one hours... until global strike. Betrayal Revealed Rook’s dark smile widened, deadly and triumphant. "You really thought... I’d stay loyal?" he sneered. "Natalia offered more... and I never lose." His weapon locked onto Kyle, steady and ruthless. "Step away from the console... or die right here." Meanwhile: Command Sector 4 Damien, Vanessa, and I advanced cautiously through the twisted steel corridors, ready for anything...

She tried to push her memory and list everything she remembered about them. "This seemed quite young, maybe in their early to mid twenties. The guy named Harry had a tattoo of an eagle on his wrist. And they were reporting everything to someone on the phone." She's scratched her hair in an attempt to jog up her memory. She had clearly heard the name of the person who was commanding them. Maybe the injury on her head had made her memory week.

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.