One Shot Stories Novels & Stories

Let it be. "Guys, this is the hik* son of my wife's boss hik*, Sir Miggy and this is his cousin Sir Alexander, hik*. What a handsome kids." Tatay Mario introduced us to his friends. "That's how I looked when I was young." "Come on! Crap that, Lando." They laughed and we started drinking again. After a few minutes, my vision is slowly spinning. I only drank six glasses and I don't want to drink again.

Gerey whispered to Jeyrin who was still below - in concealment as he flipped through the bright, picture-filled pages of the book. “There were once a lot of - your kind here, in this world. I don't know why but you all vanished. As time went on, and the stories had no means of being passed on from generation to generation but through oral means, the stories of your existence along with their vivid descriptions faded and got mumbled.” He got to a page that had ‘BROWNIES’, written in a red, dancing font. He stared at the sketched picture. It was a little similar to Jeyrin - with its legs that had huge, bumpy knuckles and large, hairy ears - not as big as they truly were, though.

] 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.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

The gunshot wound was roughly stitched up and it was bleeding also. ''Why didn't you tell me?" She was smacking him without knowing that he was hurt. "I am used to such wounds. Don't trouble yourself." He carelessly said. Her eyes roamed on his body and it was covered with the similar marks of gunshot and cuts from knives. Some of them were hiding under the ink of tattoos while some were staining his perfect skin.

Immediately I saw the clip I chuckled sheepishly because it was a clip of what I called ‘My Epic Embarrassment’ and as I said, I’m gonna be the topic of the week at Jerseyville High School and I am. “Plight? isn’t it a bit too harsh, and how are we sharing it” I asked Lisa while making a sullen facial expression, because it’s the only news I’m seeing. “Aww, why’s your face like that, like I said, we are sharing the plight together” She tries to console me, then she swipe across her phone, the shoved it to my face, I don’t know if it was due to pent up aggression or something else, But what I saw on her phone, was definitely enough to make Lisa mad with embarrassment. It read;

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

Just then the door of the store was kicked opened and two vampires appeared "Shit" I cursed as I reached for my gun shooting one of them dead , the second dodged the bullet whipping me with a whip that had silver nitrate in it, I groaned in pain, falling down and just then I saw Jerry leap on the vampire tearing her to pieces, turning he wore his clothes holding my hand, leading us out of the store.

*Permiton* *Several Days Ago* We stand on the edge of the shoreline, and the visions attack me, sharp and violent. Each image is simply a possibility, a road that will unfurl depending on what decision we make. River and Brook stand by the water, each trying to conjure a narwhal-pulled ferry, but they’re wasting their energy. It will not come for them; they’ve been exiled. The moment the decree was made, every living organism in this country turned against them.