One Shot Novels & Stories

She spoke with soft, small voice. His breath hitched in his throat. It was Stephanie. She sounded like she was in a lot of pain. "Stephanie! What happened? Where are you? Are you all right?" He had tons of questions. "Calm down, Mr Kingston. Let's have a talk." He already knew who spoke this time. Stephanie was with her mother. "What did you do to her?" Anger was noticeable in his voice. "I shot her." Britney declared, as if being proud of her deed. "She has lost a lot of blood and the bullet is still inside her body. If she doesn't get treatment in time, she will die. Either from infection, lead poisoning or from the excruciating pain."

His balls slapped against her cheeks which brought him to the edge of exploding. “Fuck, I am close” he said through his gritted teeth. Elissa's moans filled the roam damn that was a fucking additional turn on for Carson. Pumping inside her twice, he exploded in the condom like a fucking rocket. Elissa came right after him with a loud cry. She literally saw stars at the back of her head. Everything went blank. Her body was shaking as he plopped on the bed, returning to her original position. Her hair was damp from the front.

Only, when he locates her, it wasn't the image he was expecting as he watched her hold her gold gun in the air, pointing straight at him. But, it wasn't at him. It was at Veronica and Lucas realised that when the deafening bang of the gun sounded and a heavy weight fell on him. He couldn't help but hope that it was a silver bullet. Straight after however, he watched his Ava faint into the arms of her supposed father.

The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You." His eyes slide to mine under his wet hair and my entire body is on high alert. I'm wound tight like a coiled snake. I want to touch him, feel him beneath my hands and feel his breath against my lips. I can't deny it, and by the look on his face he wants me too.

My fingers curled around the trigger. One shot. One chance. I had to make it count, then I pulled the trigger. A single gunshot cracked through the air. Then—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three more shots fired from different directions.

Rifle braced. Barrel aimed. Directly at- "Enzo!" she screamed, voice raw. "DOWN!" Time stopped. And then- BANG. The shot cracked through the air like lightning splitting the sky. The sound swallowed everything. Conversations. Screams. Music. All gone. Just that single sound. One bullet. One target. One heartbeat hanging by a thread.

“This isn’t about turning you into a killer, Alessia. It’s about giving you a choice. If something happens and I’m not there—” “Don’t say that.” “But if it does… I want you to have a chance. I want you to have the option to fight.” She was quiet for a long time. Then: “One shot.” I blinked. “What?” She turned her head slightly. “One bullet. One shot. That’s all I’ll do.” I stared at her. Then nodded. “Deal.” I walked to the bench, retrieved one single round, and loaded it. “Ready?” I asked, holding the gun out.

] Her hand hovered over the mouse, her whole body trembling. "Click confirm! Hurry!" Edward roared behind her. Alicia shut her eyes, steeled herself, and pressed the button. "Confirm." When the record showed as successfully modified, both Edward and Alicia let out long breaths of relief. Smiles spread across their faces, the kind worn by people who believe they've just survived disaster, convinced they've wiped their hands clean and shifted all the blame elsewhere. What they failed to notice was that I had been standing behind them the entire time, holding a body-cam recorder.

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.

With great force, I push it down, and it both have a grip on it as we struggle between our bodies. Then… One single shot goes off… And my body has gone limp…