One Shot Ideas Novels & Stories

She didn't fathom why she was so insisting in this matter. "It's cause the guy is so cute and then he gave you a chance to know him. Just try your shot first before you start acting this way. Am certain you will love it in the end", Ashley was determined to make her call the stranger. She wanted her to finally get the boyfriend. Even though she was the first to approach him. She thought that it wasn't bad the girl making the first move since things have changed. But Sky didn't have that mentality, she was behaving like ancient people who always thought that the man was the one who was supposed to make the first move.

Carson pointed to the sky where a falling star crossed. “Meteor shower!” Elissa squealed, her eyes twinkling with excitement like a child. Soon, the shower started and it was the most beautiful thing she has seen. “Oh my! I need to make a wish” she said and closed her eyes to make a wish. Carson found her adorable and his heart swelled. “What did you wish for?” Elissa smirked, “Wishes won't come true if we reveal it.” “I love you” he expressed. Even though he said it always, Elissa's heart always fluttered at his words.

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

The summer afternoon sun was scorching, making me dizzy and disoriented. Before I knew it, I had arrived near the library, and my footsteps stopped as if guided by some unseen force. I stood at the library entrance and heard two security guards talking in low voices. "That shooter's aim was really accurate. It didn't seem like a random shot at all." "Exactly, I've watched the surveillance footage several times. It was like he specifically targeted that student." I felt my heart skip a beat. So, Alex's death wasn't an accidental injury—it was premeditated.

Damn, I have to come up with some rules. "Yeah, sure." He shrugs, acting as if my fine lines are nothing. "Rule one," he reads aloud as he writes. "Don't fall in love with me." I snort. "I don't think that will be a problem." Love, what a stupid notion. "Yeah, that's what they all say," he replies seriously. I give him a double take. All? He really is an asshole. "No sleeping in the same bed," I point at him. He reluctantly writes it down.

The truth was laid bare for everyone to see. Susan had a habit of dropping a digit when sending me money. Convinced that I had been pocketing the change, the family fell silent in the face of the truth. Only Summer remained in disbelief. She kept shuffling through the papers. Failing to find the evidence against me, Summer hurled the documents aside and snapped, her finger up my nose. “For all we know, the bills could be faked. “What if you edit the screenshots to flip the story around? “It makes no sense that Mom would send you the wrong amount each time. Once or twice is a thing, but don’t tell me, you have been topping up the difference.”

I roll over with the pillow over my head. I toss and turn for hours, and sometime after two in the morning, I sleep. I wake up feeling groggy and decide to take a jog to try to shake the heaviness out of my body. I stay in good shape to fight and earn money. I plan to shoot Frank with my Smith and Wesson .38 Special. Five shots that pack a punch. The gun is small and easy to conceal. If I can’t kill Frank in five shots, it’s because I’m already dead. Really though, I want to beat him to death and listen to him beg while I break every bone in his body.

I roll over with the pillow over my head. I toss and turn for hours, and sometime after two in the morning, I sleep. I wake up feeling groggy and decide to take a jog to try to shake the heaviness out of my body. I stay in good shape to fight and earn money. I plan to shoot Frank with my Smith and Wesson .38 Special. Five shots that pack a punch. The gun is small and easy to conceal. If I can't kill Frank in five shots, it's because I'm already dead. Really though, I want to beat him to death and listen to him beg while I break every bone in his body.

Deeper than that. Who was I kidding? They were just too cute! I felt I had discovered something. Something many had wrong ideas of. It was almost a generally accepted notion that one could fall in love with only one person...at least at a time. Prior to my meeting George and Lucas, I had believed that too but now I didn't know what to believe.

All of their attention was on the weapon, staring intently as Six picked it up and shouldered it. Nine shook his head. “I can’t believe you still have that.” Six set it back in the case. “You’re still mad I outshot you.” Nine quirked a brow. “Only by fifty meters.” Five let out a chuckle. “Yeah, he’s still mad about it.” “You snipers and your rifles,” One said with a shake of her head. “Sniper? That’s new.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, One and Nine looked my way, while Six buttoned the case back up.