Niam One Shot Novels & Stories

I do it to show you how I feel because I cant express it any other way. You are more than my pregnant one night stand Gianni. Shit, you the fucking one for me. How can you call yourself pathetic ? Even though you were hurting and saying those crude things my heart accelerated and it might of just leaped out my chest when you, a woman perfect as yourself claimed to love me.

When Zeva's finger was typing letter by letter on her cell phone keypad, suddenly Zero's profile photo appeared on her cell phone screen accompanied by a ringing tone. This made Zeva instantly freeze. The reason is, this time it's not just an ordinary incoming call notification from Zero, but a video call notification. Yeah, this is the exclusive video call from Zero to Zeva. Zeva's nervousness this time also increased compared to getting the first regular incoming call notification from Zero at that time.

But then a loud bang came from outside - a car backfiring or something similar - and Maxwell snapped back to alertness, raising the gun again. "No!" he shouted. "Stay back! Both of you!" The door handle turned further, the hinges creaking as it started to open. Maxwell spun towards it, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Maxwell, no!" Alice screamed, struggling against her ropes. Time seemed to slow down. The door swung open, revealing the armed special forces team. Maxwell's eyes went wide, his finger on the trigger. Father Thomas lunged forward, trying to grab the gun. Alice closed her eyes, waiting for the sound of gunshots.

Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark. “We’re raising the entry f*e for the third round to three hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Surprisingly, Kimberly was still in the game, despite paying little attention to what was going on in front of her. She counted an extra hundred dollars worth of chips and pushed it across the board, just as the other three players had done. If she was to do a perfect job, she’ll have to make her shot when her target was still in the parking lot, whic

she shouted. Damien staggered but didn’t fall, eyes locked on Natalia with burning intensity. “We finish this... now.” Natalia Cross raised her weapon, her cold smile widening as she prepared to strike. And then—everything erupted into fire.

“Well, if it isn’t Iris. Are you looking for Glen again? You even came all the way to the council hall to beg him, huh? I didn’t know you could stoop so low.” Glen glanced at me with that same half-contempt and half-smug satisfaction look on his face. “What did you tell Alpha Amos? How could the Moon Goddess possibly name two mates at once? This has to be another stunt to force me to claim you, right? Your imagination is impressive.” He leaned in, voice cold and amused. “Spare me. Even if the Moon Goddess stripped you off and put you in my bed, I’d still hesitate before I marked you. Beg anyone you like. It won’t change a thing.”

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

"We will give you a hunt you won't forget." In the modern underworld, shame travels across the modern satellite networks faster than a shadow. Within five minutes, video runes of Nia's pack disgrace explode onto every handheld screen in the territory. Modern media packs and rogue reporters swarm the gates of Valoria Ridge, hunting for a blood story even bigger than the Adebayo Dominion's forced bride swap from yesterday.

Whore. “Get up,” Declan said, voice low and commanding before Finn could get out a greeting. Finn laughed once, helpless and nervous. “We’re just finishing an assignment, sir,” he said quickly, already half standing. “The deadline is midnight. We are almost— Declan ignored Finn like a stop sign and focused instead on Cora and her fucking parted legs. The way the dress rode up her thighs. Cora followed his line of sight and immediately slammed her legs closed. She was shuffling to pull the dress back into place seconds later, but by then it was too late.

“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.