Niam One Shot Novels & Stories

I muttered when I saw a couple at the end of the room hungrily eating each other faces. Suddenly someone nudged me, making me stumble forward as they went past me. “Patience. Patience Char, you'll be out of here before you know it.” I assured myself as I made my way to the bar. “Two shots of tequila, please,” I said to the bartender who just nodded before making his way to the shelf. “Hey, damsel.” Beside me stood a silver-haired guy who was dressed in a suit which I found wired in this kind of setting.

“Just let them go, Marcus. I can't stand this any longer.” “No! Don't let your emotions get the best of you, Kelly.” Kelly shook her head, took a deep breath, and started to walk toward Nina, who was now behind everyone, her face now filled with tears. She was still bound, still pleading silently for mercy, her heart breaking with every second that passed. But just as Kelly reached her, there was a sudden, deafening sound of a gunshot. The sound echoed through the warehouse, loud and sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Stephanie has a quite long meeting with the Korean counterpart, trying to assure them the thing that happened to Matsumoto Corp won’t happen again in the future during the project. After that, she made a quick call with the Japanese and promised to address the problem with the American consortium. Time shows it almost noon, when she ended the video call and went to the balcony. She took her phone and quickly messaged Nathan to come to her room. She was smoking on the balcony when she heard someone knock on the door. She knew who on the other side. When she opened the door, she smiled. Nathan walked in and when she closed the door, he quickly asked her.

my left finger waved in the air “I am here as a witness,” Niamh cut in, announcing her presence we had refused to acknowledge At least, she was there to document the moment so she wouldn’t go back on her words. “If you have both agreed, can you go in and change now? We don’t have all day,” her voice was more of a command than suggestion but who was I to respond? she would only scold further. I was planning to have fun with her but with the bet she just placed, my entire blood was on the line. There is no way she would leave me.

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

Minutes later, he returned… holding an instant camera. With a slightly shy smile, he said: “I want a picture of today… not just for memory… but so we can hang it at home when we return.” Naomi laughed: “Nelly will try to kill us, I promise you that.” Still, she stood before him. Adel smiled, a smile laced with a hint of worry. He snapped a picture of her as she lifted her hair off her shoulders, smiling that small smile he loved. It seemed Naomi had accepted Nelly’s place in her life.

Shutters clicked in rapid bursts, capturing the kiss from the front, from the side, from behind my shoulder where my posture radiated control and certainty. One shot caught the intensity of the moment head-on; another framed the contrast between the stunned crowd and the calm intimacy onstage. Someone in the balcony leaned over the railing for a higher angle, while another photographer rushed closer, hoping to freeze the exact second when surprise turned into acceptance. When I finally pulled back, the silence was loud. My expression was composed, eyes bright, lips curved with the faintest hint of satisfaction. Jason looked at me with a mix of astonishment and admiration, as if he’d just rea

The silence after the gunshot was louder than the blast. It was a thick, ringing emptiness. Liam stayed over her, his body a tense shield. His eyes scanned the fractured window. He counted in his head. One shot. It was precise. It was a probe. They were testing the glass. They were measuring the strength of his fortress.

I asked. The system sounded increasingly guilty and even started negotiating with me. "Well… Technically, you haven't completed the three-month requirement…" So, for the sake of the requirement, was I supposed to endure this situation and live with this trauma for the rest of my life? "You failed to uphold your safety guarantee. This is a critical breach," I said, forcing myself to stay lucid. "System… Initiate Emergency Disengagement." By then, their hands were already reaching for my skirt. Their lecherous, ugly faces were only inches away.