One Shot Writing Novels & Stories

Only, when he locates her, it wasn't the image he was expecting as he watched her hold her gold gun in the air, pointing straight at him. But, it wasn't at him. It was at Veronica and Lucas realised that when the deafening bang of the gun sounded and a heavy weight fell on him. He couldn't help but hope that it was a silver bullet. Straight after however, he watched his Ava faint into the arms of her supposed father.

She didn't fathom why she was so insisting in this matter. "It's cause the guy is so cute and then he gave you a chance to know him. Just try your shot first before you start acting this way. Am certain you will love it in the end", Ashley was determined to make her call the stranger. She wanted her to finally get the boyfriend. Even though she was the first to approach him. She thought that it wasn't bad the girl making the first move since things have changed. But Sky didn't have that mentality, she was behaving like ancient people who always thought that the man was the one who was supposed to make the first move.

, Mr McArthur asked Jones. " He's late, sir, Jones said. Mrs Carolina McArthur felt sorry for him when She heard that. " He's passed away?!, Mr McArthur asked. " unfortunately yes please, he was working in our front yard one morning and suddenly just... Jones didn't finished talking. " let me guess, he died by shooting" Amanda's Dad rudely interrupted. " heart attack" Jones said. " oh my darling I'm so sorry, this was tough for you, I quite remember when I lost my Dad, Mrs Carolina McArthur said sympathizing with him.

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.

But victory costs a breath And the gun fires at point blank range. As the shot echoes through the desert Only one truth remains Someone is not walking away.

“Might as well just put her name on all his paperwork. He clearly won’t let anyone tame him but those girls. Well, do you want to go take care of our problem while they are occupied? It’s been a few days now, she is bound to start questioning while there are men at the old building soon.” “Yeah,” Daemon nodded. “We can’t draw it out like we normally do, they won’t have very long lessons with Little One.” They strolled over to the old building and the two men standing guard moved. “Go find a place,” Daemon growled and they nodded then walked off.

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.]

But then I thought about Melvin, "will he miss me when I'm gone or will he just forget me like I never existed" When I thought about Melvin forgetting me, my heart felt tight and I was about to cry again. I just slumped down to the ground and squatted behind a large green tree, most of its leave were still greenish unlike the rest of the other trees that were around me, I looked up at the sky and the sun had already set, it was getting dark and in a few minutes, the sky was already dark and the moon had risen, As I squat behind the tree, I rested my head on my knees, I folded my arms to cover my head, I was feeling so sad, alone and it was cold,

My fingers curled around the trigger. One shot. One chance. I had to make it count, then I pulled the trigger. A single gunshot cracked through the air. Then—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three more shots fired from different directions.

I said, because habit is faster than thought. “Left,” he echoed, and the first line peeled, one man dropping to a knee while the second floated his sight like a violin bow. The alcove sneezed fire—three rounds wild, two disciplined. Our reply was not debateble. The shooter folded backward into the shadow he came from and took his secrets with him. One of Elky’s soldiers stepped in, checked the pulse he knew wasn’t there, and kept moving. Loyalty looks like that: no speeches, just width between the feet.