Long Shot Novels & Stories

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Smirk sharp as shattered crystal. “Didn’t I give you one just as grand last week? What’s there to envy?” His fingers tightened on her waist, backing her against the wrought-iron pergola draped in jasmine. “Play your part. Don’t slip around Lena. Everything she has? You’ll have it too.” Now I remember. Five nights ago, crimson meteors streaked across New York’s southern skyline, a blood-magic spectacle. He’d texted: “Clan emergency. Working late.”

The shooter was knocked out, a deep cut on his temple oozing blood. He walked over to the window, taking care to remain behind the black drapery. He peered downward. Down below, the Rue des Eaux-Vives was empty. No BMW. No van. Not yet. He’d been in time. His eyes ran over the rifle. Custom-made .338 Lapua Magnum—with a purpose for ultra-long-range accuracy and guaranteed deadly performance. The cross-hairs were focused on a spot on the parking lot just outside the delivery door of the print shop. A clammy dread, not resulting from his own activity, spread across his skin. He'd have witnessed Anton's head explode into a pink cloud in another second, perhaps a heartbeat.

My heavy balls slapped against her ass as I gripped her tits and started slamming into her hard. She screamed in pleasure while I fucked her like an animal. I felt long nails on my ass — Gigi had come up behind me. She walked around the bar, moved a potted plant, and pulled out a small digital camera with the red light already blinking. They’d been recording the whole fucking time.

My pulse quickened as my eyes moved from one to the next, my stomach tightening. And then I saw it. That gun. I stumbled back, the air rushing from my lungs as the memories slammed into me. The memories I always wanted to forget. --- FLASHBACK Memory from eighteen years ago… The crack of the shot was deafening. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I pressed myself tighter against the tree, my tiny hands gripping the bark so hard it splintered my skin, my tears rolling down my cheeks. My mother’s voice was gone, replaced by the heavy thud of her wolf form hitting the ground before she shifted.

This tradition doesn't have an after-party because no one is safe until the next 24 hours have passed. Everyone's faces were relieved and Rossie sighs, smiling at the rest of the girls. But the moment she shifts her eyes to the big screen, her eyes widened to see someone pointing a gun at Jared and the next thing she heard was a gunshot.

Raylan said as his cheek was still a little bit red. "You can have my room for tonight. I'll sleep with Luciano!" Raylan smiles as he walks out the door. "And I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep!" He said in a fruity voice. And then there's no sign of Raylan inside the room anymore. "I guess I'll be off too!" Luciano quickly follows his brother out too. Everything is settled now, he can finally go back to sleep. He just leaves his bed for a tiny bit moment but now he feels like he is missing it already. He really can't wait to go back to his room and sleep straight till morning.

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Their baby cried loudly, piercing the night. "AMBULANCE! QUICK! QUICK!" Edgar shouted to his team, his voice nearly desperate. And then, to the shooter: “And you! I fire you! Meet me at the base camp after you return!” Edgar’s voice trembled, full of burning anger. How could an amateur shooter infiltrate his security detail? With his remaining strength, Jonathan raised his trembling hand, touching Harley’s tear-streaked cheek. Their eyes met — full of pain, regret, and unspoken love.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"