One Shot Novels & Stories

I responded. I made her wear the glasses and headphones while I did the same too. After that, we picked up pur respective guns and started shooting on the cardboard target. After the bullets in the gun were over, I looked at my target board, and all the bullets hit the target, making me feel proud, but then, I saw Shona's target board, and I was surprised. She had hit nintey percent of the bullets on the target, with only ten percent missing. This was amazing for any newbie and this woman just proved herself to be a badass woman.

Chapter 150 Homecoming Week: Wednesday is finally ending “ALRIGHT NOW WE ARE ON TO ONE OF THE TOP SHOOTERS THIS EVENING! SHE DID REALLY WELL WHEN IT WAS JUST ONE SAND PLATE, BUT HOW WILL SHE DO WHEN IT IS FIVE ALL AT ONCE!” The announcer, said in excitement. This was the most he has had in years. Essence picked up the shotgun and cocked it. “She's going to use the shotgun, there is no way she will be able to reload that gun in time to hit the other three sand plate. She is going to lose the extra points she could get.” Some of the crowd said, wondering why Essence would choose that gun. Kymoni walked in front of her so she could watch her friend shot. Essence shook her arms and flexed her ha

She stood at the terrace staring at the clouds above her. All the things she'd been through and all the secrets, she had to keep started replaying in her head. It wasn't easy for her to behave normally after all she had been through to get this far. To be the lady she is now. All the time she was alone, she always remembered what was happening in her life currently. Even at times when she wasn't alone, she kept on remembering about her life. She heard thud of boots on the floor. She didn't bother to turn around to see who it was. She just wanted to get some fresh air before she could go inside.

I muttered when I saw a couple at the end of the room hungrily eating each other faces. Suddenly someone nudged me, making me stumble forward as they went past me. “Patience. Patience Char, you'll be out of here before you know it.” I assured myself as I made my way to the bar. “Two shots of tequila, please,” I said to the bartender who just nodded before making his way to the shelf. “Hey, damsel.” Beside me stood a silver-haired guy who was dressed in a suit which I found wired in this kind of setting.

"What do you observe in these pictures?" "That's Snipes!" Shorty was shocked. He thought there was only a picture of Pence. "What the fuck happened?" Deathrow bent and looked at the screen. "There are two gun wounds." Shorty looked at it. "You are right, Row. Look at it closer." He collected the mouse from Diggy and zoomed the picture. "There is one on the belly and the other on the forehead." He gave them time to observe the picture before clicking on the others. "Two bullet point all right. No miss. This jerk has experience with guns."

This is someone else. A figure steps into the doorway, their silhouette tall and menacing, a silenced pistol gleaming in their hand. Before I can react, a cold voice whispers, “You’re not the only one hunting, Anderson.” The gun rises, aimed at my chest, and a single shot rings out, the sound muffled but deafening in the silent night. Who fired, and am I the target or just collateral in a larger game?

The guard’s finger twitched near the trigger. Suddenly, the lights cut. Complete darkness. Just a heartbeat. And then.. A single gunshot.

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.

“Finish… your masterpiece.” Sabatine didn’t hesitate. He didn’t aim for an arm, a leg. He didn’t try to negotiate. He saw the future in Kaine’s eyes—the nurse dead, Anton at risk, the never-ending chase. He saw the cabin by the lake dissolving into mist. He raised the pistol, his left arm screaming in protest, his vision swimming. He had one bullet. He had one chance. He fired. The shot was a single, sharp crack in the quiet garden.

He let go of the steering wheel, "Doesn't matter..." After a loud collision, he plunged into darkness. When his spirit left his body, he thought he saw a familiar figure. (The End)