Niam One Shot Novels & Stories

Thank you to everyone who supported me, y'all are part of this success. FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT: One In A Million will have its spin-off, Run. This one will show how the world works outside the facility during the time they were battling with the parasites and zombies. Lawrence and Georgia will be the lead characters here. I will write it soon, so, stay tuned! Live long, Mickeys!

I turned around, seeing the rest of the people on the ground, still unmoved. The bank tellers had been loading cash with one hundred dollar bills marked in them. I looked towards a girl who looked about eighteen years old. She had blue eyes and was looking at me in fear, peering through the hole in the ski mask at my brown eyes. "Come on, darling." I ordered, still pointing my gun at her. Once all the cash had been emptied, I snatched the full bag from her hands and began looking towards the door. Mario snatched his bag from some old man and nodded to me that he was finished.

Gavin came closer to me, not waiting for long; he immediately shot out his right hand and landed on my cheek so hard that I took a step back and almost hit the door behind me. "Gavin, don't do that to Mahira. How many times have you hit her over a misunderstanding, you thought, huh? It's enough that you made Mahira throw away everything she had for you; don't throw away Mahira's hope to stay alive," Adam defended. His voice rose so loudly.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

It shattered with a loud noise that made everyone in the room flinch. "Ships don't just vanish, Miller!" Adrian snapped, stepping close to the man. "That shipment was the collateral for the Quinn merger. If that cargo isn't at the docks by Friday, the banks will pull our bridge loans. Do you understand what that does to us? You find that ship, or I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted from every boardroom in the country."

Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir? Leah: [After I get the last bit of money, we'll run away together.] Darling: [Timothy's a fool. He really thinks you love him so much.] The chat history ended with a message from my account. Leah: [Don't worry. Everything's going according to plan.] This meticulously fabricated record attempted to pin my death entirely on a dirty deal involving an unfair division of spoils. Looking at the phrase ‘everything's going according to plan’ in the screenshot, my soul trembled violently. The painful memory I had been desperately suppressing flooded my mind instantly.

The interior was aggressively bright, illuminated by rows of humming white fluorescent tubes that exposed every scratch on the floor and every line of desperation on the faces of the two older men sitting on the plastic chairs against the wall. I walked directly up to the counter, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse. Behind the thick, scratched window, a middle-aged woman with heavily drawn-on eyebrows and a name tag that read *Marisol* looked up from a stack of carbon-copy receipts. "Next," she said, her voice entirely flat, worn smooth by decades of witnessing the worst days of people's lives. "I need a short-term personal loan," I said, my voice sounding incredibly steady d