Novel & Cerita One Shot Ideas

I breathe, stay still and aim as best I can. The next second- I shoot. Bang!

“That’s right people! The rules have changed. If none of you gets more than eighty points then you’re all out!” Great. That means I can only miss one of my shots. I take in a deep breath and face my target. This time, there are no stationary green glass bottles to be blasted. Instead, what awaits us are moving targets in the shape of abstract human silhouettes. We must aim for the vital organs; the head, the lungs and the heart. In a way, they are preparing us for the worst. The use of a firearm is deadly and our shots need to stop our threats for in the world of the supernatural, it’s either kill or be killed.

Said Noel. “It supposed to be like that, and you will experiencing real bullet sensation hit just like when you crushed by Landcaster before. It applies to me as well.” Said Cornelio. “Eh?! That would be so hurt!” said Alexa. “Interesting! Then how do we play?” ask Nathan. “The rule is simple. One, only using single shot to hit opponent. Two, shoot more than once you lose. Three, evading means lose.” Said Cornelio. Cornelio explaining the simple rule of the game.

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

Daemon set her in Raze’s lap so he could hold her while the other three quickly stripped the bed before joining them in the bathroom so she wouldn’t miss them. She hummed in appreciation when saw them watching her. “Will it be like that every time?” She asked softly as she just laid in Raze’s arms. “That special yes,” He nodded, “but you won’t be with all four of us at the same time every time. We know there will be times you are with just one of us or two of us and that’s okay, we won’t get jealous. You have to have individual relationships with each of us and one with all of us to make this work, we know that. We can plan something, so you don’t have to worry about one or two of us having

His grip tightened slightly as the instinct surfaced. He could end this. Heart Seeker. Homing Strike. Echo Shot. Stack them. One shot. Done. The thought came easily, almost too easily, and for a moment he held the draw as if he might commit to it. Then he eased the tension slightly instead of releasing. No. Not here. That shot had a cost, and it wasn’t a small one. One hour cooldown. One chance. And this fight, for all its pressure, wasn’t the one that mattered most.

Oneil couldn’t believe. But his cousin only rolled her eyes. “Duh, you could always kill off my photo vibes by your cold stare of refusal. But I’m your cousin, and just like you, I have my own ways to win.” That time, she wiggled her eyebrows as a declaration of victory, and stolen shots of Oneil, especially the cranky ones, are her trophies.

FIONA'S POV. “How about this lip tint?” Amanda asked, walking up to me as she applied it on her lips. I shook my head. “Hmmm, I'm not sure about that. It doesn't look like your style. It looks weird.” I hit her butt jokingly as I checked through the shelf. “I want to try more something bolder. Most of the ones I have are cool colour and moreover guys are attracted to bold girls.” she giggled. “You are such a slut.”

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Was a one in a million shot of saving the old man and myself worth pissing my step son off for? "Well? Are you stupid enough to pick it up? Want to take your shot? Are you sucking or dying, Joy? What's it going to be, mommy?" Lee purred, staring me dead in the eye as the blaring sounds of the ringing filled the empty silence in the room.