One Shot Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I just stared at her hoping she'd take that as a yes and start speaking. "well... Umh... My favorite is the one where you are so fucking blind and so desperate to a point where you will even allow one of their biggest assassin in your p..." one hit startled me and I felt her blood splash to my face. I looked at her shocked and saw that she was shot in the head. I felt her body go numb in my hands and I knew she was gonna die.. " no... No... Noo... Ava... You were still talking.. Ava Nooo... "

I ask still swallowing hard having an inner battle with my brain cells who screams the reality to me but deep within my heart I hope they are not the lobsters I think they are "What rest? These are the thirteen if you pass the tests" she says. A soldier, green walks in with a fan in her hand, she fires a shot piercing right through the skull of the girl standing by my side. "Well make that twelve of you"

my nose flaredflared, and I found my feet stomped out of the kitchen or rather ran out of the kitchen. Now he again made it more difficult for me to sleep peacefully... his touch gave me a wild sensation which I had never encountered before!!!. author's note:. hey guys, hope you all doing well, so this is how they met with another weird but cute meeting.. who do you think Shanaya will fall for?

I gloat and this time she scoffs, gaining my attention. “Listen to yourself Andy, are you even thinking? If anything happens to and that baby it would be your darn fault!” She yells and zip up my bag, rolling it into the living room, the glass windows now reflecting the the morning sun. “Last time I checked, it is my baby, not yours, and I also remember that I’m the call girl that got pregnant for a one night—” “Andy get down!!” Ethan dives towards me as a bullet rings through the air and the glass in the living room shatters.

Somewhere far away, Camila’s laughter rang out, but all I heard was Lorenzo’s voice in my head, mocking me, lying to me all over again. Dante lifted his gun, and my body went cold. I closed my eyes, waiting for the shot. The trigger clicked. Once. Twice. A third time. I waited for the pain, but it didn’t come. Slowly, I opened my eyes— —and froze. The sight before me stole what little air I had left.

Alex. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met, but my relief lasted less than a second. In my peripheral vision, I saw Lucius reaching for his gun and shifting his stance to shoot. “No!” I screamed for a split second before he aimed his gun at Alex and pulled the trigger.

They were acting stupid! [I have to say, they really brought it on themselves.] [Mabel was telling the truth!] [Yeah, I really misunderstood her.] [We're sorry, Mabel!] [Everyone who insulted her earlier owes her an apology!] [This is insane. You all just cyberbullied someone who was already being bullied.] [They kicked her out on a bridge with no phone. Wait, did she walk all the way back?] That comment shot to the top. An officer draped a blanket over my shoulders and asked me the same question.

"I’m sleeping in Alana’s room! On the floor! With a stuffed bear! Nothing is happening!" Shannon cackled, clutching her stomach. "Oh, please. You’re both consenting adults. Alana falls asleep, you get 'thirsty' in the middle of the night, you wander into the kitchen... and there he is, shirtless, drinking milk straight from the carton. One look, one touch, and—" "There is no 'one touch'! You've watched way too many Hallmark movies and read too much smut!" I reached across and pinched her arm hard.

He took a somewhat worn-out wallet from the inner pocket of his black suit. In the wallet's lining was a yellowed photograph. In the photograph, I was fresh from my wolf awakening and was wearing a white dress. My eyes were shrunken up from smiling as I held a sunflower windmill. My background was the tree-lined path of the werewolf academy. It was taken on our first date. He kept it close to him but never admitted to me that he cared. He reached out his hand, covered in horribly scarred burns, to touch the inscription on the tombstone, but his fingertips trembled violently in mid-air.

He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?” The First One whispered into the air. After some few seconds of deliberation, he answered the question, “I doubt it sweet heart.” Earlier that day, he had revealed a big secret to the prettiest one in the group but there was no assurance she could keep it confidential and that was why she was destined to die today. “Duty is about to call. Get ready to welcome another victim, Officer Muhammad Guni,” The First One whispered as he drove off.