One Second After Movie Novels & Stories

“So, that part of the story is true,” I whisper. Callie smiles and taps my leg. “Told you.” Estella speeds up the footage and we all sit and watch. She goes forward one hour… then two, and then three. “This has to be, like, midnight by now.” I frown waiting for the exact moment. Estella points to faint numbers at the bottom of the screen. “That’s the time there. It’s 11:21 p.m almost a new day, do you see?” “Yes, okay.”

She asked and he smiled. “I’ll have the guys stay with her and start the Pokémon movie once they get back inside.” She hugged him then slid off the counter and went to go take that much needed bath. Once she was done she got dressed into some comfy sweats and one of Raze’s shirts that she took from his room. Both girls fell asleep during the first movie and the men smiled when they noticed. “Is it taken care of?” Raze whispered and Asher nodded. “Yeah, David has a few men standing guard until we can get over there.”

a voice, scolded me in a mediocre tone, and the voice, I’m all too familiar with it. I turn my head to face the voice, and the first thing I see is a pink-colored phone shoved to my face again, with the video of me sprinting down the hallways, trying to escape a figure of what’s look to be like Stephen, but they edited they it and replaced his head with a dragon’s head, who’s roaring out fire from its mouth, “This is overly exaggerated, it hasn’t even been up to thirty minutes” I squint my eyes, trying to get a better view of the clip.

He stared at me mischievously and said, “Ssshhh…” It took me a moment to realize what movie is going to be shown. My breath caught in my throat as I saw Drew Barrymore’s name on the screen. “Ever After,” I whispered and I bit my lip to keep from crying. Because this gesture was far too touching. And it was the very last thing I expected from Travis Cross. We watched the movie in silence. Even though I almost had every scene memorized, watching it under the full moon and stars only made it so much better for me. It was perfect!

Madam shouldn’t give up sir for Ms Ross. Elena heard steps on the second floor, ‘Martin is home!’ She quickly got up from her bed, walked out of her bedroom. She saw Martin and Stephanie’s happy face when they entered their room. Elena's face suddenly turned cold, ‘Huh, you can smile now Stephanie! But soon, I’ll make you sad again after you know the doctor reports!’ Meanwhile, Martin and Stephanie inside busy stripping their clothes each other. Martin bend her body on the bed and started their hard yet passionate sex.

After about a minute, the somewhat exciting phenomenon came to an halt and each of them lay metres away from each other, scatter on a bloody and vast piece of land, hugged to the ground. Sir. Oswic was the first to get up and as he did, he smeared the foul stench of the blood on the thorny soil off his face and subconsciously on his clothes as he looked around for the others. Dr. Wene Noelle was the closest to him. He jugged over to her side, touched her shoulders as he helped to her feet and whispered, “are you okay?” “Yeah - I guess so,” Wene replied, looking around and sucking in every single detail that she could of the devil's abode, hell.

Without hesitation, Rama immediately chased after Ririn, "Beib, wait!" Zeva and her boyfriend could only shake their heads. "Why are you here? How did you get here?" Zeva asked, expressing her curiosity. "I have a Doraemon door that can go anywhere, Dear. And... do you know what? I've implanted a chip in your body, so I can track your whereabouts anytime, anywhere." "Zero, I'm not joking,” said Zeva seriously. Zero, who had been grinning, also turned serious and said, “This is what is called Zero Hour, Dear.”

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.

Something new. My hands trembled slightly as I touched the edge of the sink. That’s when the lights flickered. Once. Twice. Three times. The silence turned heavy, like the air had thickened. A low hum started at the base of my ears, almost like a whisper—but with no words. I looked into the mirror. And for a second, the reflection wasn’t mine. The figure before me was taller. Her hair messy, her eyes glowing bright gold like a predator’s. And something was wrong with her face, as if it were partially distorted, like two versions of me trying to exist in the same space at once.

“Shall we?” At the cinema, Amelia and Ryan settled into their seats. The movie was a horror flick, and Amelia found herself clutching Ryan’s arm more times than she cared to admit. He teased her, whispering, “Relax, I won’t let the monsters get you,” and she swatted him playfully, though she didn’t let go of his arm. By the time the credits rolled, Ryan thought of another way to keep Amelia with him, he stretched and turned to her. “You hungry?”