One Direction Preferences Christmas Novels & Stories

Once she had them on a tiny dirt road leading to the middle of nowhere, her entire focus went to fidgeting with his car radio, trying to find a certain station. “Christmas Classics? Nope. Christmas In Canada? Interesting, but no. Christmas In The 80s? Very interesting, but no...” Molly’s hand finally fell away from the radio knob as a smile spread across her face. “Indie Rock 103.5. Perfect.” “That’s one of my favorite music genres,” Nicholas told her, still focused on the very dark and empty road ahead. “I’m happy to know you listen to more than just Christmas music. I was worried all that jingling might be doing something to your ears.”

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

There was only one thing Willow liked about the Christmas season, and it wasn’t that goddamn Mariah Carey song. Of course, everyone hated that song, but that didn’t stop it from reappearing every November on radio stations and overhead shopping mall music. It was every bit as regular a visitor as Willow’s period and probably even more depressing and painful.

Dylan asked. Gaby nodded. “Yeah! The first time I could watch one concert and my favorite band. I will bury my memories once more when..” Gaby said, which was suddenly stunned. “When?” Belle asked. “When I had to return to Canada.” Gaby once said she avoided watching Belle. “It’s annoying. They’re also my favorites,” Belle says, frowning. *** Clark was in the mood the next day, so his fans continued to take photos. When they entered the room, the three sat in their designated chairs.

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.

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.

He suggested. "Okay. My favourite song is by Attention by Charlie Puth. My favourite band is One Direction. Five Seconds of Summer are cool too but I'm more of a Directioner. I don't like Harry Potter, Twilight is my favourite. I like vanilla flavour. My brother and mom always fight with me about which is the best flavour. For me, it's vanilla, my mom likes chocolate, Ryan likes strawberry. I love Nutella, who doesn't? I-" "I don't," Darren said, cutting me off.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

“Please...Dax... fuck me...please ” Dax’s POV She tasted like memory and betrayal.Her thighs trembled around my ears, slick and hot, the scent of her arousal thick enough to drown in salt, musk, pine, and something sweeter underneath, something that used to be mine. I hated how much I still wanted it. Hated how my dick throbbed against my thigh, leaking, desperate, like three years hadn’t changed a fucking thing.I sucked harder tongue curling inside her, teeth scraping her clit just enough to make her scream my name. Her hips bucked wild, needy ,and I felt the tremor start deep in her core, the flutter of her walls around my fingers.I pulled back abrupt, cruel, leaving her panting, dripping,

He was looking at me intensely so I shifted my gaze and looked at the floor, knowing how my cheeks were betraying me. I recovered quickly and asked the next question, "Ok, what's your favourite color, food, band, celebrity?" "Whao, whao, one question at a time. Um... green, I love Mexican food, don't particularly like any, probably Jennifer Lawrence." I gaped at him when he said he doesn't like any band. "Set it off, 5SOS, One-Direction, BTS, Atc, they're all great bands, how could you not like any one of them?!"