One Shot Stories Novels & Stories

“I had to do something because Carson wasn't going to marry me anyhow now that Elissa was around. So I thought that the news might make him think again.” “When people would force, he will no other choice” Kimberly added. That was the plan. Amanda paid the reporters a handsome amount of money for the work they did. Amanda gazed at the pictures again. It was clicked when she pretended to stumble and Carson caught hold of her. Their mouths were just an inch far. Butterflies took flight in her belly, imagining the scene happening in real. Amanda hadn't thought about what Carson would do when he will see these pictures. - Carson was in his office when he heard paparazzi yelling his name outside.

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.

"I've been here since the moment I smelled our pup on you in that shop. The sex is insane because you're my mate. Elara, My wolf knew it that first night under the blood moon. I knew it the second your scent hit me. I was just waiting praying for you to choose me back."She looked at him then, really looked, green eyes searching silver gray. "Mate?" The word came out soft, almost reverent. "Werewolves have one true mate," he explained, voice low and steady. "The one person who fits. Body, soul, everything. It's rare to find them. Some wolves live their whole lives without it. When we do... it's like the world narrows to that one scent, that one heartbeat. You're mine. And I've been yours sinc

"I did not want anyone to disturb us so I booked the whole place." While watching the movie Calvin came to know about a few things, like Blair was braver then he thought and he was more coward then he believed himself to be. At last, they both ended up clinging on to each other and closing their eyes while peeping secretly when a scary scene flashed on the screen. He realised that it was a bad idea to book the whole place. The empty space and cool air of the air conditioner was making everything seem much more scarier. They also had to face a highly embarrassing situation when a steamy moment enter their visions. The leads were sucking of each other's faces like hungry wolves in the middle o

All of it made infinitely more powerful by the red silk blindfold covering her eyes. It was all eerily familiar. Like yanking the moment straight out of her latest chapter. That wasn't possible, obviously. Carry was a traditionally published author. This was her second book. Her first had bombed, so she switched to Erotica. It was her ticket to freedom. She kept it well guarded. Not that bill had time for p**n anyway. Certainly not hers. He had her holding her breath with anticipation. Her body stiffened as another thick inch of his cock slid into her. Then he pulled back and shoved even deeper.

My vision whitened, streaks of lightning racing behind my eyes, and I vaguely heard Sloane cry out in pleasure before I regained some form of control over my senses. When my vision finally cleared, she was just coming down from her own orgasm. She smiled down at me, her expression a mix of post-coital bliss, triumph, and something else I couldn’t identify. “I won.” “You did.” I pulled her down and gave her another kiss. “Bragging rights and orgasms you want it.” I didn’t mention how neither of us had timed the encounters, so who really knew who’d won? That wasn’t important. A warm, heavy blanket of contentment draped over me as we lay in companionable silence and waited for our pulses to ret

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

Security helps ward off the crowd as I place a protective around her waist The action causes a small uproar and more reporters try to break through the security. A security pulls out a gun and points it in the air. My hands fly to Stephanie’s ears to protect it from the blast. Two gunshots ring through the air causing utter silence for a few seconds before a scream is heard. It came from Stephanie. “For Chrissakes!” I cuss. “Come on, let’s go” I lead her through the crowd as fast as I can. Successfully entering the place were the event was taking place.

I let out, and Dylan took a deep breath. "Don't worry, as I said, everything was taken care of," he says, but I keep looking at the pictures and press print. "Look, as much as I enjoy your terrible mood in the morning, I have two blondes waiting for me," he says, and I don't even bother saying goodbye. I end the call grabbing the paper with the photo of me fucking the girl, and I bring my cup to my lips. I hold on to my cup as if my life depended on it while I look at the photo.

Her hazel green eyes were lifeless, blood pouring from the gunshot wound at her temple. My heart stopped, and a surge of pain ripped through me at the sight of her. I blinked my eyes rapidly. As fast as the vision appeared, it was gone. “Woah, dude, you okay?” Lincoln asked me, his voice concerned. I wasn't sure how to answer that question or how I felt about the whole situation. I was okay, but if I didn't go back, I wouldn't know when I wouldn't be. “I just had a vision, the first one in a long time. I need to go lay down for a while and sort it out.” I said as I stood from my desk.