Story Life One Direction Novels & Stories

Shelly POV: so many things are happening in my life. I just feel so confused. I just want to live my life with my daughter. BUT no. God has other plans that's why this is happening to me because I can't control my feelings towards someone. Certain someone. When I walk out from the club I goes to my home. On my way back to home my phone rings continuously. Just when I got home and sat down the sofa doorbell rang. I furrowed my eyes that who could be on this time. I get up then open the door. Their stood the man that I don't want to see at that moment. But how could he get here so fast. We stared at each other.

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice

hold up her dress, completely unaware that I was only a prop in their love story. Adrian had taken tens of thousands of photos of Chloe. In three years, he and I didn't have a single private photo together, apart from our wedding portraits. He had told me he wanted to keep things low-profile in the industry. I believed him. I put the laptop back. My tears had dried. Then I texted my manager, Janice. "I have a plan. Arrange for Paul to pick me up."

my life is complete happy with these people in my life every girl wishes to have her life as a fairytale but my life is really a fairytale due to my prince due to my foolishness iam about to loose my prince but destiny made us together infact our family is right we are destined to be together so guys this is my journey of love of my life though my life has many obstacles and hurdles we made our life happy by together so you people also never leave your loving one's side ☆☆☆☆☆ THE END ☆☆☆☆☆

" The comments exploded. [No! If she gets transferred, how will the romance develop?] [Don't worry. They're the official couple. Even if she gets transferred, they'll meet again.] [The male lead will belong to the heroine sooner or later. Villainess, stop wasting effort.] "No need. Arrange it however you want. That's your business." Preston looked at me, hesitating. He told me to sit still, then went to clean up the mess in the kitchen and finish making breakfast. During breakfast, my phone vibrated. It was an interview invitation. Starlight Media. The celebrity agency I had dreamed of joining after graduation, the one that worked with nothing but A-list stars. And among them was my idol, Lu

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

It has become her one and only dream in life. It's been a week, since she has joined the university. Almost every student in the university, belonged to a rich and well known family, except for her and some other scholarship students. Sia had finally got to know about the lavish lifestyle of people. Everyone was arrogant and was proud of what their family had earned for them, so they can live their lives, peacefully.

I figured I might as well treat it as an unexpected windfall. I glanced up at the surveillance camera above my head. At least now I had a bit of evidence, hidden right within that conversation. While Skyward Entertainment was still busy building up Evie's public image, I joined a live-stream talent show. I even stirred things up online, encouraging people to comment under her posts. 'Didn't you say you're the real songwriter? Go head-to-head with your sister—we'll know immediately who the original is.' With the right push from online promotion, it would've been harder to lose than to win.

"You… You knew I wrote them?" I curled my lip in contempt. "Not only did I know–I was reborn, too. "Everything you did to me in our last life–I remember it all." You faked your death. You left me to live like a widow while you were very much alive. In that life, I clung to a hope that would never come true and drifted through decades in a haze. As my words settled, Larry's face turned ghostly pale. "S-sorry, Dheena… So you were reborn, too? I didn't know–"