One Shots Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"But how did this happen? She was curious but she also knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later. She had not failed to notice Calvin's small, sweet gestures towards Blair. And as much as Blair did not want to admit, she had made space for him in her heart. They were like one of those cute couples from fiction books whose story started with denial and ended with falling in love. She was happy that Blair was getting over Raiden and was finding happiness in her married life.

she sobbed, her voice lost in the frenzy. BANG! A gunshot ripped through the corner, deafening, the curtain billowing as screams erupted—Lauren’s, Priya’s, Melissa’s, blending into a piercing wail. Lauren froze, her heart stopping, her vision swimming. Who was shot? Tom, her rock? Dan, her tormentor? The girls stood rooted, their screams fading to shocked silence.

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.

His smooth hands roamed around my body, sending a hot sensation throughout such that I whimpered as I fought to have him close to me. “I love you, love you a lot” he murmured against my mouth as he kissed me hard, sucking on my tongue as we deepened the kiss to the point where I couldn't feel myself but only the thumping of our hearts. I wanted him to make love to me and no one else and no one else and just as I was about to start unbuttoning his shirt. I heard a gunshot which startled me greatly as my eyes flew open "W...what was that?"I asked when I found Luciano with their eyes open. I wasn't being delusional I heard a gunshot and it sounded as if it came from downstairs

Through her look, he could tell that she was surprised with how he approached her. "Cutie your so beautiful don't fear me. Won't bite you...", He whispered. She turned to face him, he winked at her immediately their eyes met. "Keep your filthy hands to yourself man. She's not interested", Gee informed Frank as she tapped his thigh laughing hard. "Fuck you, you ain't her bouncer here. Right cutie...", he licked his lips as he winked at her. Sky lifted a brow at him as she swatted his hands. He was trying to touch her and she didn't like it.

The men came closer, each of them holding some kind of weapon in his hands. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Winona and I were both women. How could she think of so many dirty and cruel methods to use on me? I had nowhere to run. I could only watch as the men drew nearer, their faces twisted with ugly grins. Despair swallowed me whole. A fate worse than death awaited me. If I had another chance, I would never get on that bus. I would never fall in love with Anson. I slowly closed my eyes and waited for fate to pass judgment. The sounds around me blended into a messy buzz. To my surprise, all that came was the crack of a gunshot.

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

Lucy opened her own laptop, her hands shaking so much she could barely type. They worked in that suffocating quiet for over an hour. The only sounds were the clicking of keys on their laptops. Every time their hands came close to each other while reaching for a shared textbook, Jonathan would pull back instantly. Lucy realized then that she couldn't go back. She looked at the man across from her and knew that the quiet, obedient girl who followed Adrian’s orders had died in the storm. Even if Jonathan never kissed her again, the memory of it had changed the way she saw herself. She didn't want to be a trophy. She didn't want to be a solution to a debt.

He took a somewhat worn-out wallet from the inner pocket of his black suit. In the wallet's lining was a yellowed photograph. In the photograph, I was fresh from my wolf awakening and was wearing a white dress. My eyes were shrunken up from smiling as I held a sunflower windmill. My background was the tree-lined path of the werewolf academy. It was taken on our first date. He kept it close to him but never admitted to me that he cared. He reached out his hand, covered in horribly scarred burns, to touch the inscription on the tombstone, but his fingertips trembled violently in mid-air.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*