One Shot Prompts Novels & Stories

Craig stopped at the one from the school girl shoot on her knees looking up. Only her eyes were covered in this one as she pouted. The caption read, "Please, baby boy? Please let mommy suck your cock? I'll be the best you ever had, promise!"

Her fingertips traced to the figure with atmost admirement. she called out Calvin who was in their room, working on his laptop. He came out in an instant at her voice. She motioned him to sit next to her by tapping the spot. He compiled to her wishes. His breath hitched in his throat when she passed him the picture. He went speechless for a moment, just doting on the miracle in front of him. "This is just amazing." He exhaled, which made Wan grin with pride.

When seen from afar, they shared no difference with a real human being. Etan pulled the trigger and shot precisely between the targets’ eyebrows. Anne was so startled that she let out a high-pitched scream as she covered her ears. Etan continued shooting the moving targets. He fired only one bullet for each target and shot nowhere else but their glabella. His intentions were very clear as he wanted to take the person’s life with just one shot. Anne was horrified as her whole body shivered. She felt like Etan was going to aim his gun and shoot her at the very next second.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

She wouldn't stop preaching about her idea of "true love" She even started messaging Lionel every day. [Only two people who truly love each other deserve to be together. [It's okay to meet the right person later in life. [Until I meet the right one, I'll never settle for less and just marry whoever.]

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

My heavy balls slapped against her ass as I gripped her tits and started slamming into her hard. She screamed in pleasure while I fucked her like an animal. I felt long nails on my ass — Gigi had come up behind me. She walked around the bar, moved a potted plant, and pulled out a small digital camera with the red light already blinking. They’d been recording the whole fucking time.

I state turning back around. I fish out my phone and turn on the camera “Smile Angela” I take the shot. “You can send that to Auntie Claudia” I state sending it to her direct messages. “She would be needing that” I walk into my house and shut the door behind me. I sigh Finally, some peace and quiet.

Muhammad called out as he slowly walked further into the sitting room but there was no answer. The house was so quiet to the point that Muhammad could hear his heartbeats. Muhammad gradually started adapting to the darkness but he kept bumping into furniture as he scanned the living room with his finger around the trigger of his pistol. Muhammad felt a hand grab his leg and he pointed his gun downwards ready to shoot but he froze when saw two faint eyes staring at him. He recognized them, it was Maryam. He got down on one knee to check on her but at that moment he felt the heat of a bullet graze his hair. He jumped on the girl and served as a human shield. He started shooting instinctively i

But sometimes, when she was alone, it shook off its lethargy and came at her with teeth and claws until she was left with nothing but small wounds. Reaching for her phone, she twisted herself into what she hoped was a sultry-like position, all otter-sleek and glistening, with one shoulder and her tattooed hip emerging naughtily from a shield of foam. Holding the lens above her at an angle, she gave it her biggest, best, most-inviting pout-smile. As if she were saying kiss me, kiss me. Or maybe just fuck my mouth. Snap snap. Click click. A couple of filters. And off to Aiden.