One Thing From One Direction Novels & Stories

In which a girl is trapped between two dangerous men. Angel Smith has suffered enough in the last few years to last her a lifetime. Being a rape victim isn't easy. But somehow she has managed to survive and the only thing that's keeping her alive is the hope of one day to get her revenge. When she finally starts associating with dangerous men, she finally has resources and help in finding this monster and making him pay. Throughout her road to revenge, she is confronted with love for two men she only recently meets. But she will have to choose between the Young brothers one way or another. Which one will she choose? Xavier Young the older one, sweet, caring, devil in disguise. Jason Young the younger one, arrogant, bad boy, devil in plain sight. copyright © 2021 by Mia Richards. all rights reserved.

️ Warning: This book contains mature themes, explicit content, strong language, sexual kinks and dark themes. Read at your own risk. Life was never easy for Liam. Being a top scholar at an elite high school already came with its own battles — the bullies, the gap between his world and everyone else's, and the constant pressure of holding everything together on his own. But when his scholarship falls short of covering his tuition, he is left with one option he never saw coming and never wanted. Which was…tutoring Ken— the most arrogant, mischievous, and insufferable guy in school — who also happens to be effortlessly hot and everything Liam was never supposed to want. But at the same time, everything he never knew he needed. One stolen moment leads to another, and before Liam can make sense of any of it, he finds himself realizing that this same guy — his worst enemy — gave him the first kiss of his life. And the first orgasm he had ever felt wasn't his own imagination. He told himself it was just one time, but the truth was that it was never just one time. Because wanting Ken comes with a price Liam never saw coming — and the more he tries to walk away, the deeper he gets pulled in. As forbidden as it all looks, Liam wants Ken all to himself. He is ready to risk everything for what his body desires and what his heart refuses to let go of. Because if their love is a crime — then he is willing to be ‘wanted.’

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

On the anniversary of my mother’s death, my girlfriend told me she had to work overtime. However, her first love later posted something on social media: [Thanks to Camelia for coming to celebrate my birthday with me!] My chest tightened and my hands shook as I called her to demand an explanation. She replied calmly, “It’s Grayson’s 25th birthday today. It’s important. I didn’t want to miss it.” That was it. I let out a bitter laugh and looked down at the cancer diagnosis report in my hand. It was alright. I would be dead soon anyway.

In the seventh year of dating Lorenzo Townsend, he still didn't want to marry me. One day, I said to him, "Lorenzo, I'm getting married." He frowned slightly, not even sure if he heard me right. "The company is going public, and we're swamped. This is not the time to discuss such an insignificant topic," he said. I smiled calmly. Maybe to him, it seemed like I was pushing him to marry me. But the truth was, I was getting married, but not to him.

A beautiful pink haired, red eyed girl was born in the vampire world but unfortunately was abandoned the moment she was born in front of an orphanage. The nurse named Lucy raised her with great love and care. Unlike other vampires she had multiple abilities which was considered a bad omen so she was told by the headmaster of the orphanage to use only one ability while hiding others. Now she goes to the most prestigious high school of the kingdom where only nobles and royals go. Will she be able to hide her other abilities as trouble follows that school or embrace them as a part of her being?

The day I found out I wasn't really an Adelson, Sharon—their real daughter—stormed in and stabbed me—over and over. Just like that, my shot at being a mom? Gone. Chuck Benetton, my fiancé, lost it. My parents swore they'd disown her. To "comfort" me, Chuck proposed on the spot. My parents handed me the severance letter—Sharon officially disowned—and told me to just focus on healing. Later, they said Sharon had run off and gotten trafficked in Nyamara, some hotspot for scams and lost souls. They said it served her right. And yeah... I believed them. Six years into the lie, I saw her—very much alive, baby bump and all, curled up against my husband like she owned him. "If I hadn't snapped back then, Yasmine never would've married you, " she said. "Thank God you and Mom and Dad backed me. Otherwise, that imposter would've landed me in jail. "She probably never guessed I've been right here, carrying your baby. Once I give birth, just fake an adoption. She can nanny our kid forever. "Thanks for everything, Chuck." She smiled like he was her hero. And he blushed. "Don't thank me. Marrying her was the only way to protect you. I'd do it all again." So yeah. The guy I thought loved me? He was always lying. My "parents"? They only cared about Sharon. If that's love, I want nothing to do with it.

After being reborn into a new world, the system assigned me four male leads and a mission to complete. As long as I successfully won over one of them, I would be able to come back to life, as I had died in a car accident in my original world. However, I failed with all four. Every one of them fell in love with the female lead of that world instead. Because of that, they turned their hostility toward me, hurling cruel words and even telling me to die. In the end, I failed my mission, and I chose to leave that world. Only when they saw my body did they completely break down.

After being betrayed by her boyfriend and evil step sister, she died by the hand of her step mother's assassin. However, she had a second chance at life. A chance to right the wrongs. A chance to revenge on those who hurt her. They were all going to pay!

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.