One Shot Novels & Stories

I smirked at the man whose eyes widened as he took sight of me pulling the trigger at him. It took one shot. One bullet in the head. And the man was finally dead. “Poshel na khuy” Fuck you.

Shorty locked on the little snow tiger, lying on the snow in pain. 'She really did a number on you, didn't she?' He thought as he slowly raised his sniper again, doing his best to not make a single sound. Most beasts were sensitive to sound and he wanted to one-shot the tiger. He didn't care about the money anymore, as long as he survived. Money can only be spent by the living anyway. *Bang* *ROAAAAAAAAAAR* Shorty shot the tiger. The snow tiger roared and increased back to its full size but the bullet hole in its head remained.

Then the tyronimic began to walk towards its feast slowly who was on the ground, helpless. The tyronimic tilted its middle head which was by far the largest to the left - to aid its ingestion. It opened its funky mouth to swallow up Gerey in about three huge swallows when sharp bullets hit its black skin and bounced off, causing no damage but distracted the tyronimic. The bullets came from the MP40 Submachine gun which Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey held firmly in his hands as he ran out of the destroyed building, trying to save Eallric.

Her smile isn't because she's reaching for the record holder, it's because she wants the damn dog. To our right, the military is also shooting. And as far as I'm concerned, he didn't miss. It was a sequence of fifteen shots. That until... - Shit! - I hear him murmur. - Sixteen shots in a row! – Joe says to the military – I don't think anyone will surpass you. Frankly, neither do I.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

Soph shouts "Yes" Making me give her a dirty look. She shrugs sheepishly. "Okay mommy, this is going to be a bit cold, but thats normal" she says rubbing the cold gel over my flat belly. "Now just watch the screen" as she says this she starts moving that thing over my stomach. Not really seeing anything, I look to Soph in question. "Right there, that tiny thing over there" she says pointing to a white dot on the screen " is your baby fetus"

“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.

"We're going to get those shots printed while you're on the air," Forteza told him. "We'll paper clip everyone's name to their photo. If you could take a few minutes before you leave to sign them that would be great." "Oh, of course. No problem at all. Happy to do it." And then he'd get the hell out of there so he was on time for the next phase of his plan.

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.

The second one responded, “This tactic in the dark… It’s Uno’s signature.” “Uno? I thought no one has ever seen him?” a rookie, I assume, asks. “Wrong,” I decided to cut off their conversation, feeling the high of the night through my veins. “It’s not that no one sees me.” They looked up in my direction with eyes wide in fear. I pointed my gun at them and said, “It’s that no one lives to tell once they see me.” With a pull of the trigger, I shot the three of them… one bullet piercing their skulls in a straight line.