One Direction Pads Novels & Stories

He drove off, and with one hand on the wheel, he used the other to take out his phone and dial Fiona’s number. She picked up at the second ring. “What?” “I just placed the cameras, boss. Do they work?” he asked, ignoring the arrogance in her tone. There was a bit of silence before she broke it off. “Very good, Dione, very good,” she said, and he grinned. “Can I have the day off then?” he tried to ask but was cut off with more demands. “You didn’t come to America to have sex with everyone putting on a skirt, you fool. Get your ass over here. Now that phase one of the plan is in motion, we need to plan for phase two,” she yelled and ended the call.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

“Perks of being the head of the alliance, I guess.” He shrugged it off like it was nothing when to me, it was everything. The alliance is made up of Ten packs who are of the northern hemisphere. The shared borders which is why orchestrated attacks by the rebel rogues affect them all. And of course, The Wild-Heart pack was a part of the Alliance. If they are going to have a party to celebrate their victory over the past few years, I do not expect anyone to not be in attendance—including the man I was married to for five years. The true father of my son.

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

"Is everything in place?" Maxwell's voice was low and tense as he spoke into his phone, his eyes scanning the busy street outside the seamstress's shop. "Yes, sir," came the gruff reply. "The team is ready. We're just waiting for your signal." Maxwell's lips curled into a cold smile. "Excellent. Remember, we need this to be quick and clean. No mistakes."

“On your knees Maya. I want you doggy style.” She immediately complies feeling him kissing her twat while wetting her entrance. Sometimes he slips a finger into her pussy then into her dark hole. He repeats this action until three fingers fit inside her. “You are tight but I feel the eagerness.” “I want you anyway,” Olivia said throatily.

"The launch codes are with me—but I need the manual override!" Damien, breathless, his concentration unwavering, pushed Natalia viciously into the steel console. “Shut it down.” Despite the bloodstains on her lips, she grinned, defiantly. "You can never stop what is about to happen." "Rap!" she said. "I've whined already." I grabbed the close-by override key and slammed it into the central console, starting a complete system shutdown before she could counter. 00:01:07... 00:01:06... =

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.

I can't give my life to that man. Footsteps were approaching. I don't know if it's Adam or Gavin. But whoever it is, I feel that soon, my world will come crashing down.

I screamed her name. Nothing came. The Moon Goddess, my last hope, did not speak. Only the Hollow One’s voice echoed: “She left you long ago.” I saw it with my own eyes. The bite. The blood. The bond. He marked the General’s daughter. A political move. A power move. A betrayal. He didn’t see me watching, didn’t hear my heart snap, but now he will hear me rise. The Hollow One moved north. Where my Eclipse wolves waited. And it left no tracks.