Niam One Shot Novels & Stories

Mom said dotingly, "Okay. I'll keep gathering them for you." Dad said anxiously into the phone, "Miranda, you need to come back now! Alex was shot! He has an intracranial hemorrhage and needs you to operate!" There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, followed by Mom's displeased voice. "Are you joining in this nonsense too? Did that wretched girl Cindy say this? She can't go a single day without causing trouble! How many times have I told you that not a single word she says can be trusted?"

Zayn screams the last sentence. "I will see what I can do from here, sir, and call you back." *** Naim hangs up the call, looks at his phone, and throws it out the window to avoid being tracked. He knows how smart Zayn is. He drives for two hours and stops at a cabin far away from the city. He changes cars and heads to the agreed location. Upon arrival, he is greeted by several rifles pointed at his car. He gets out of the vehicle with his hands up, identifying himself.

Without hesitation, I pointed the gun at Fiona, but it wasn’t to kill her; it was to create an illusion because I had spotted John trying to make his way to the upper deck. “It’s over, Fiona.” “You wouldn’t dare shoot me,” she said confidently, her eyes locked with mine. “Jim, please hold her by the edge so I can decide if she goes in or not.” “Let her go in. Besides, if you don’t, it’ll only prove how much of a coward you are,” I tried to provoke her to throw Jess overboard, and it seemed to be working. “You really don’t care about her. Okay, I’ll do that just to prove to you that I’m Fiona Baxter, the most feared female in the entire universe.” She laughed and waved her hand at Jim.

Nick BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. I took off my earpiece and lowered my rifle on the table. I pushed the lever, causing the sheet of silhouette target paper in front of me to dangle. Bullet holes peppered the black and white target. Fifteen out of fifteen of them were in the bull’s eye. I smirked. I pulled up a freshly drawn target and fired my prestigious M&P 9 M2.0, hitting the target in the head, chest, and crotch. The holy trinity.

one barked into his mic, reaching for his— Lys dropped low as Dima fired a non‑lethal round that cracked into the man’s chest. Nia dove into a doorway, clipping another with a dart to the neck. Imani slid along the opposite wall, a blur of precise violence, disarming the third and slamming him into the floor with a grunt. One shot went wild as he fell, tracer searing along the wall and catching Imani high on the arm. She hissed, staggering, blood already soaking into her sleeve.

When everyone was looking down on her, she fired the shot! "What’s the score?" Paulo and Robin asked immediately. And everyone was concerned about that! "10... 10 ring!" The person in charge of reporting the results stammered and couldn't believe his eyes. "Gee! 10 ring! Naom hit the 10 ring!" The crowd was shocked. The shooting range erupted in an instant! Naomi curled her lips calmly while Lora was very shocked. Her pretty doll face contorted! "Naom is so lucky! Even though he's a newbie, he hit the 10 ring on his first shot!"

Two others brought up the rear, one with a Remington 870 tactical shotgun and the other wielding dual Glock 17 pistols holstered on his thighs. Henry stood in front of them, barking orders into his earpiece. “We’ve confirmed the target. Nia’s inside. You all have the photo,” he said, sending the image of Nia directly to their phones. “No collateral damage. Secure her and anyone else with her. Move in fast.” The team nodded, their movements synchronized as they split into two groups. Weapons raised, they approached the building with the precision. Inside the Apartment

But now, the person he cared about was clearly no longer me. I slumped on the floor in despair and let those men who called themselves photography lovers point their lenses at me. "Come on. Pose more shamelessly." "Change it up." Flash after flash stabbed at my body. I had gone numb. One more lens no longer mattered. Vivian leaned against Julian's shoulder and pretended she could not bear to watch. "Stella's expression is so twisted. It ruins the shot. Maybe stop." Only when she called for it did Julian grant me mercy and stop them.

Every step I take exuding a quiet confidence that commands attention. Peeta opens the door for me as I step in and the room is filled with the Japanese, their gazes fixed on me as I enter. I take a moment to soak in the atmosphere as I gracefully take my seat at the table, my eyes scanning the room, meeting each gaze with a calm yet knowing look. I smile to myself, confident that whatever the reason, I'm not leaving here without a sealing handshake. It's me, Nadia, formidable and unbeatable.

The tyronimic got closer, definitely, and Eallric clumsily reached for his gun still in the confines of his car. Every second counted. He pulled out his pistol and hastily slid down his glass windows. He pushed his head out into the open air and the breeze tossed his hair about. He didn't care about that and definitely not about the glass that dug into his belly as he was in such an uncomfortable position. If he missed any of his six targets, he could consider himself done for. His target, though, were the eyes of the tyronimic. Two to each head, a total of three monstrous heads.