One Direction Preference List Novels & Stories

In fact he hadn’t taken his eyes off me the entire evening. “What are you thinking of having?” Dione asked as he looked up at me with that charming smile. I scanned the menu again. “Uh, maybe the… filet mignon?” “Excellent taste, I see,” he chuckled. “I think I’ll go for the duck confit.” The waiter appeared, taking our order with a practiced grace, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly Dione handled it all. Once he was done, the waiter turned on his heel and left.

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

Byron Chase, one of the most feared names of the country, sat there defenseless against a boy who was shooting tedious questions at him. "Let's assume you have an heir. A girl? For the sake of imagination, let's call her Stephanie." He emphasized on the name 'Stephanie' which instantly grabbed Chase's attention. His formerly uninterested expression changed into an exactly opposite one. The boy smiled in satisfaction after getting the desired reaction.

Want to know what you think? Carson blinked and tried to pay attention. "Uh... blue sounds nice?" The wedding planner gave a nod of agreement. Mr. MacPherson, you made a great pick. Blue is fashionable right now. Carson's thoughts strayed when the two women started talking about different shades of blue. He maintained to think about Alice. She seemed to like blue. He found out that he hadn't asked her what color she liked. His lack of knowledge about her was very great, and he may never have the chance to learn it all.

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

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 was his first priority in everything. We claimed me in public after just one year. He told me that once he inherited the pack, he would mark me and make me his Luna. Two years ago, he finally took over. I was over the moon, already preparing for our ceremony. Then, Eira returned to the pack…and everything changed. He started choosing her, time and time again. He skipped dates, missed anniversaries, and postponed the marking ceremony… Eira used that one damned "life-saving grace" like a weapon, rampaging right through our relationship.

Dad saw me holding him back and assumed I was still protecting Darian. He coughed in frustration. "Grace, you're the one who wanted to dissolve the ceremony, and now you're shielding him?" "Do you still have feelings for him?" Darian heard that and smirked. "Grace, quit the games. If you still want me, why bother playing hard to get? You know that doesn't work on me." Lilith's eyes darted around before she leaned against Darian, looking fragile and tearful. "Darian, if Grace still has feelings for you, maybe I should step aside..."

FIONA'S POV. “How about this lip tint?” Amanda asked, walking up to me as she applied it on her lips. I shook my head. “Hmmm, I'm not sure about that. It doesn't look like your style. It looks weird.” I hit her butt jokingly as I checked through the shelf. “I want to try more something bolder. Most of the ones I have are cool colour and moreover guys are attracted to bold girls.” she giggled. “You are such a slut.”

AVA could feel many eyes staring at her and Lucas. She couldn't understand the fascination. It didn't go past her that him and his friends could be popular. They were all very good looking, especially Lucas as she always thought he was very handsome. His messy dark brown hair, mysterious grey eyes and lightly tanned skin were all a reason for girls to swoon. Being the outdoorsy type, all of them had perfect bodies that, she assumed, had all the girls drooling. Ok maybe she did understand the fascination.