One Direction Prefer Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night our father ordered us to choose our destined mates. This time, I chose no one. And this time, they were the ones on their knees, begging for my love. ... "You choose first, my dear sister." "You are mediocre. You need a strong mate to protect you." Selene cooed in that sickly sweet voice, playing the part of the loving older sister, just as she had in our past life. Her eyes, however, betrayed her. They were glued to one person. Liam was the powerful heir to the formidable Blood Stone Pack, and his strength far surpassed that of the supposedly mad Damien.

"After that, we take it from them." The Hunt Without Noise Our breath formed white clouds in the chilly air as we slid quickly through the storm, sliding between rocky rocks and trees coated in ice. Every move seemed risky since we knew that one mistake might result in our death. The sniper's dim muzzle flare on the ridge caught Vanessa's keen eyes. "Two-person squad. The typical Overwatch pattern Nodding, Damien said. Grab the flank. Kyle, continue monitoring ground troops. Vanessa remained quiet as a shadow, disappearing into the whirling snow without saying another word.

"Are you tired of sitting around? Would you want me to play some music for you?" "Alright." "Which music do you prefer?" "One Direction song... Perfect." "Are you a directioner?" "Yes, why? Do you think it strange?" "No, Gemma, I'm a directioner as well!" He was overjoyed. "FOR REAL?" "Which of 1d's songs do you like best?" "Perfect?" "Mine is; they don't know about us." "I'm glad we love the same band and have the same musical tastes." Lincoln begins to play Perfect by One Direction.

If he did that, then this date would have gone down the drain as fast as water goes. “She does love Miss Racheal,” I smiled. “I hope you do get to meet her as well.” No matter how desperate I was for Andrea to have a good dad, I’d never let her into the hands of a man who couldn’t seem to accept her existence. So right now, all she needed was Charles and my dad as a father figure until I can actually fall in love with someone different. The restaurant was fancy, having low lights and soft jazz that was soothing to the ears. I tried to focus on what Dione was saying, but my mind kept wandering.

But were what Blair said next, turned the table around. "I already know that. I also know that your brother assaulted my mother. He is not worthy of being called my father. I had only one father Michael Andrews, whom my mother loved and married. I would prefer him rotting in a cell rather than acknowledging him as my father." Blair spat, shutting down Britney at once. Britney cleared her throat. She had never expected that kind of response. She realized it wasn't easy to scare her. She could see her brother's genes coming through. She regained her composure and spoke again.