Hot One Shots Novels & Stories

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

Adrian's eyes narrowed, scanning each person in the room with a piercing intensity. Out of the blue, a tall man with brown hair took a bold step forward, sinking to his knees before Adrian, his voice quaking with desperation. "Your Grace, I'm to blame! I was misled by her deceit! Please forgive—" Before he could conclude his desperate plea, a deafening gunshot echoed, leaving a gaping wound in the man's head as blood spurted out. He crumpled instantly, his life extinguished in a heartbeat. Without a flicker of emotion, Adrian holstered his gun, making it clear that any betrayal bore fatal consequences.

Célia His lips on my skin are a devouring and gentle fire. When he kisses the inside of my knees, a flash of pleasure so sharp, so unexpected, pierces through me. A moan escapes my throat. His hands, wide and warm, travel up my thighs, pushing aside the panels of my slip. The cool air of the room on my bare skin makes me shiver, but the heat of his mouth, his hands, is far more intense.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

"That's the way the boss wants it. They'll never be able to sort out which bullet killed who. On my mark—three, two, one." The silenced shots sounded like a series of muffled puffs of air. When they stopped, the man who'd spoken before said, "Let's get the pictures so we've got our proof. The boss was pissed we missed before. He's waiting outside for us to finish. These people could blow everything wide open." Someone flipped on the bedroom light and Gabe heard a string of curses. "What the fuck? What's going on here?" "Shit. What is this?" "The booby prize gentlemen." Gabe stepped in and pressed his gun to the leader's head. "Randy? I think we want to immobilize our guests, turn off the lig

Against her thigh she cold feel the hot, hard length of his swollen cock as it impressed itself on her body, make his unmistakable need known to her. His hands skimmed her body, igniting little fires of their own every place they touched. Her skin suddenly felt too tight for her body, and too hot. Need, sharp and bright, coursed through her. "I love your nipples." He swiped a tongue over one of them, then scraped it lightly with his teeth. "I love how hard they get for me, so fast. They taste like ripe little berries."