One Shot Prompts Novels & Stories

a voice, scolded me in a mediocre tone, and the voice, I’m all too familiar with it. I turn my head to face the voice, and the first thing I see is a pink-colored phone shoved to my face again, with the video of me sprinting down the hallways, trying to escape a figure of what’s look to be like Stephen, but they edited they it and replaced his head with a dragon’s head, who’s roaring out fire from its mouth, “This is overly exaggerated, it hasn’t even been up to thirty minutes” I squint my eyes, trying to get a better view of the clip.

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

“I need answers. This could be my only chance. The gates haven’t opened in fifteen years. Who knows if they ever will again” “Exactly! You might be trapped there forever, why would you want that?” Tears now started to form in the corners of his eyes. “I love you. You know I do, bud. I need this” I held his hands in mine, squeezing them tightly; pleading with him silently. “You want to do this alone, I’d imagine?” Roghd questioned rhetorically “I think I should” “Then let’s prepare, we don’t know how much time we have”

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Divine ran out, rushing to the top of the building without any hesitation, his movements swift The three friends exchanged worried glances again, unsure of what was happening or what could Divine wanting to do. But before they could react or intervene, they saw Divine suddenly threw himself off the building, intending to kill himself, his body plummeting towards the ground with alarming speed. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" The three friends exclaimed in unison in horror. Anakin's heart stopped as he watched in horror, his mind frozen in shock and disbelief. However, his supernatural reflexes kicked in, and he sprinted towards Divine, his movements swift and precise. W

' I cried in exhaustion. 'Oh puhleasee, just one more shot sugar, I promise.' She said as she striked a pose for the umpteenth time. 'You know what they say with the unawares right? Just keep taking the shots, this one might come out really strong.' She added. This girl would just be the death of me really...

she grins, holding his hand like she's in one of those fashion magazines. Enzo's eyes widen, shes got her finger under the trigger and with the stances she's pulling, it could easily go off. “Careful.” “You can fire one shot, one,” Enzo warns. “Best one out of three,” I tell her, contradicting him.

Some with her eyes closed, like she was dreaming of someone she shouldn’t. Over 500 shots. But she only needed one. The perfect one. The one that said: I’m waiting for you. She chose a photo where she was lying on her side, the silk slipping just enough to hint at vulnerability, her eyes soft, lips parted slightly. Not too obvious. Not too desperate. Just enough to make him disturbed. She posted it on her private I*******m with a simple caption: You said guilt is a prison, but you are the one who locked the door.

“You don’t have to do it today.” Freeda looked up. “That sounds like doubt.” “It’s caution,” he said. “I know the difference,” she replied. He inclined his head. “Then I’ll stop talking.” Winnie pointed a finger at him. “That’s the most useful thing you’ve learned this month.” Freeda unlocked her phone and opened the camera. No filters. No staged flowers. She rotated the mug slightly, rested her hand against the table, and took three shots. The first was too bright.

My numbers would skyrocket. But this wasn’t just any OnlyFans creator. This was the guy. The one I’d lowkey fantasized about more times than I’d admit out loud. The thought of being in the same room as him, of touching him, of— I ran a hand down my face, swallowing hard. Me: What kind of shoot are we talking about here? A few seconds passed. Anonymous69: We can keep it simple. Maybe a teasing video? Nothing crazy unless you’re up for it.

Primo chuckled nervously as he lightly scratched his cheek. "Hahaha yes yes, and I've seen your projects. It was wonderful, you really are a genius photographer." "Thank you so much, Mr. Cain." Primo bowed in instinct, jot use to too much compliments. "Hahaha, you're cute either. Anyway, about the theme, it's about "Calm and Spicy Bed Head". You have any idea?" "Oh, I think it's about a person who just woke up in a calm morning." Primo answered. "Indeed. But this photoshoot will be spicy~ We're going to shoot swx appealing photos."