One Shot Fanfiction Novels & Stories

‘Don’t look like that, I hate it when you look like that. “Uno… please help me.” I really hate her eyes. I hate them more when she’s pleading in tears. “Don’t move or I’ll shoot the girl!” He tightened his grip around her. I glared at this dumb fool. “Go on.” He was shocked. Her face looked betrayed. In that split second, I moved my gun quickly. “Let’s see if you can kill her faster than I will kill you.” Then I pulled the trigger. He fell backwards with a shot in the center of his forehead. She flinched at the deafening gunshot and the blood scattering cascaded down her face with the rain and her tears.

“Then do it. Judge them.” Breathing raggedly, she releases the first shot. As soon as the bullet takes the person's life, a bead of precum slips out of my cock. “Fuck!” I pant hard. She repeats the same again, killing the other, and I kick into action immediately, stunning everyone. Tbc..

She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.” A fictionalized confession. A Dom’s slow surrender to a shadowy admirer. A figure who watched from the edges, sent gifts, knew her body like a map, and promised nothing but ruin. She tagged it: #fiction. #maybe. #dangerouslove. It was read 4,400 times in the first hour. At midnight, a comment appeared. From FoxGlove-44. “I love when you write about me.” Her hands went cold. Part VI – Red Ribbon Dreams

he hissed. William reached out and helped Gia gently back onto her feet. “Are you okay?” “Just my hands.” Gia watched Billy roughing up the young guy. “You should stop him.” The bullet hits the ground right in front of both making them stop in their tracks. Billy slowly stood looking for the shooter. Adam Blake finally revealed himself with the pointed gun. Maya slowly opened her eyes. She was instantly sick with the bad taste in her mouth. She tried looking around but the room was dark. After listening closely, she can hear the shuffling of feet.

Taking another large drink, he grunted and focused on what this friend was saying. Ria The entire episode with the man who had been furtively photographing her, head left Ria Delano more shaken than she would admit. Her brother Claude had unwittingly revealed that the One-Eyed Dusak had sent her Mumma a photograph of a woman being tortured sexually, sadistically, and he had pinned her face on the victim.

Eleni I close my eyes on the floor in Dante’s arms and open them again somewhere warm and tan and lonely. Distantly, I can hear voices. My stomach aches. My stomach! I shoot up, yank up the “I Heart NYC” shirt covering my abdomen for some reason, and probe the skin there. I was shot. Someone—Fyodor, judging by how much nicer his suit was—shot me in the stomach, like he knew exactly who I was. But there’s no gaping bullet hole, not even a careful line of black stitches.

“You!!!” She continues to shake his head. She finally says, “No! No! This can’t be continued. You and me, us, it is temporary. It's just me, venting my anger on Martin and I played with you. There’s nothing more than that! I love Martin….I always love Martin and you? You can’t replace him!”

I heard things being placed to the floor and then a cooling breath touched my ears, tingling it. “Thanks love, hope we can do this again” He pinched my bum, heat filling my cheeks as I was finally released from the guys hold and pushed towards the police. I stumbled into the middle of two, barely hitting them. Once more I was pushed and when I finally opened my eyes I saw all six of the men rushing after that devil of a man, gunshots making me want to puke. XXX We are young – F.U.N

Maryanne's POV In less than a minute, the people around me were typing away on their phones. Everyone was commenting, and the comments were rolling in hot. It was posted by an anonymous person, so no one knew who it actually was. The main point was that it was out there. My nudes and me begging Lycan Austin, while he rendered insults on me. Everything, from when he told me he fucked me on the first night he met me, when he called me a whore and when he called me degenerate to think he'd ever love me was online. This was clearly his doing. He must have had a camera somewhere and released it to the public almost immediately after. To what end was this? I asked myself. What sort of twisted joy

He glanced at me, as if worried I would feel offended. However, he failed to fool me with that poor acting—I caught a fleeting hint of excitement in his eyes. Jack wrapped his arms around me, his expression full of what appeared to be tenderness. "Shannon is the only woman for me!" Jean glared at him and barked, "Let her speak!" Jack immediately fell silent. All three of them turned to me, waiting for my response. I was eager to nod in agreement, but I made a show of hesitating. Eventually, after a lot of persuasion and coaxing from Jack's parents, I "reluctantly" agreed to the surrogate plan.