One Direction Preferences Morning After Novels & Stories

He kissed her back instantly, pouring in all of his passion and longing. He got on top of her, her hands played with his silky hair. Their tongues fought for dominance and in the end, he won. She was such an amazing kisser but he had to stop. It was wrong, she was drunk. She groaned when he pulled back panting softly. "I will see you in the morning." He kissed her forehead once again and stood up. He was feeling such happiness that he never had felt before. Maybe that is how loving someone felt like. But what she said next, made his heart drop to the lowest pit on the earth. "You're bad, so bad... Raiden."

There was only one thing left to do. I opened my mouth wide. Damnit all to hell if it didn't taste even worse the second time around. The room was bright with sunlight when I woke up the next morning. Shit, was it the next morning?! I scrambled, looking around for my phone. There it was in its usual place on the nightstand, reassuring me that it was shortly before noon on Sunday. It had been nine hours or so since I had let Abbie dose me with Serenex. I had no recollection of anything since.

she stated pushing me onto the chair by the mirror. By 11 pm, we were on our way to Destinations. “You can handle your alcohol, right?” I asked Sydney as she retouched her foundation. “We aren't going there to handle our alcohol instead we're going to get wasted,” she responded happily and I heaved. On entering the club was wild with people on the dance floor, dancing to one crazy song that I think was Spanish. “Gross,” I muttered when I saw a couple at the end of the room hungrily eating each other faces.

'You all will be grouped into 5 groups. Each batch will have 10 hunters'. 'The first batch will move the day after tomorrow, I will call out the names of the ones to go tomorrow in the next two hours, till then you all should move to your various rooms. Dismiss'. We all moved to our various rooms, Irena and I moving to the same room. 'Do you think She'll pick us to go for the first batch?'. 'What if she picks you for this batch and doesn't pick me?'.

Felix was born into the world but immediately became an orphan. Sixteen Years Later (at the present time)... Felix just woke up and stunned while looking at nowhere. He was always like that everytime he wakes up in the morning. He was always looking at nowhere like he is day dreaming of something. It's either good or bad day dreaming. He was in that state when a slipper suddenly flew in his face. "Ouch!" He grabbed his cheeks that was been hit by a slipper.

Whether I lived a day more or a day less, what difference did it make? I pushed open the apartment door. As expected, no one was home. This apartment belonged to Camelia. She asked me to move in since we were about to get engaged. Usually, she would have dinner ready by this hour. However, ever since Grayson returned, I had not seen her home before 10:00 pm. I glanced at my phone and realized it was my mother’s death anniversary tomorrow. … Camelia finally came back around 10:30 pm. She walked in, exhausted, and hugged me. The scent of wood lingered on her. That was not her perfume. It was another man’s cologne.

Amelia didn’t sleep well. Every time she closed her eyes, the same moment replayed. The quiet office. The way he stepped closer. The way she almost didn’t move. Almost. That was the part that stayed with her. Not what happened. But what almost did. By morning, she had made another decision. Stronger than the last. She wouldn’t be alone with him again. Not if she could help it. The office felt different to her now. Familiar, yet not.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

Ivy spent the rest of the morning doing nothing. Today was a Saturday and she had no class. The twins had taken their precious time to find her an outfit for tonight. They'd even gone as far as helping her wash her hair. It was already 5 pm and she will start getting dressed any moment now. She had been on edge as well. Yesterday, she had been drunk. Alcohol had pushed her into making a move while today will be different. She would be very sober. She had promised herself that she would not take even a sip of alcohol today.

And now? Now he wanted to act like nothing had ever crumbled. Morning arrived, draped in silver clouds, with damp grass underfoot. I woke early, my sweet boy Caleb nestled in my lap, sleep still clinging to him, his hair tousled and charmingly tousled. He snuggled into me, and I inhaled his familiar scent, holding him close like he was my anchor. “Are we okay, Mommy?” he mumbled, his sleepy voice wrapping around my heart.