One Shots Novels & Stories

Now, it seemed like nothing more than me being silly and sentimental. "The tattoo is faded and a little blurry from the skin being soaked in water for so long, but the outline is still discernible." The coroner carefully turned the wrist over. Timothy's initials were right there. Chad's body swayed violently. He was the only one who knew this secret. One year at the full moon festival, I got drunk. I hugged him and cried, rolling up my sleeve to show him the tattoo. "Chad, look! I tattooed his name here. Does that mean we'll never be apart?"

Said Noel. “It supposed to be like that, and you will experiencing real bullet sensation hit just like when you crushed by Landcaster before. It applies to me as well.” Said Cornelio. “Eh?! That would be so hurt!” said Alexa. “Interesting! Then how do we play?” ask Nathan. “The rule is simple. One, only using single shot to hit opponent. Two, shoot more than once you lose. Three, evading means lose.” Said Cornelio. Cornelio explaining the simple rule of the game.

Refuge in Oceana while the war wages on? Whatever Permiton has gotten out of this deal, I can’t imagine that it would be worth betraying us. I would never do that to anyone, but definitely not to the person I’m supposed to be mated to for an eternity. Sure, our situation is unusual, but we are bound to each other regardless of what he’s done. Those are the ancient laws that come from having a One.

I turned to my sister, holding out my hand. “Give them here,” I ordered. Nesrin looked up at me, her brow furrowed and her eyes filled with worry. I could see her battling with herself as she gripped the bottles of tonic tighter. “Nes, please.” She let out a deep breath before dropping the tonics into my hand. Three vials of green liquid lay before me, three bottles of temporary freedom. “Be careful with these. The more you use them, the less time they will last in your system. Half of one vial will get you a month of no visions.”

Thank you to everyone who supported me, y'all are part of this success. FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT: One In A Million will have its spin-off, Run. This one will show how the world works outside the facility during the time they were battling with the parasites and zombies. Lawrence and Georgia will be the lead characters here. I will write it soon, so, stay tuned! Live long, Mickeys!

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.]

I didn't. "For what it's worth," he said, quiet, close now, "I don't think this happens twice. Whatever this actually is between us — I've been trying to find the right words for it for months, and I keep landing on the same thing. Once in a lifetime. That's what this is. That's what you are." I felt the words land somewhere I hadn't fully guarded in a long time. "Once in a lifetime," I repeated, testing the shape of it, finding that it fit exactly as well as he'd made it sound. "Yeah. I think that's right."

Zane growled, his voice low and venomous, as his broad palm cracked down again on Cassie’s bare ass. Her flesh rippled and burned under his touch. The sharp slap echoed through the media room, like a testament to Cassie's shame. Her naked body jerked hard over his lap, her perky tits squished painfully against the leather couch. Nipples scraping the cool surface as fresh tears of overwhelming sensation pricked her eyes. Her ass cheek blazed bright red, the sting radiating straight to her clit, turning shame and heartbreak into a twisted, electric heat that made her pussy throb traitorously.

Every man who has ever touched you. When he finishes writing, he steps back. You hear the click of his phone camera—three shots, four. Documenting you. Marked and bent over his desk like a canvas he intends to repaint. Then the rustle of fabric. His shirt coming off. You try to turn your head, but his palm presses between your shoulder blades, pinning you flat. "Stay." You hear his zipper. The soft thud of his trousers hitting the floor. Then nothing but your own ragged breathing until you feel him—the blunt, naked head of his cock dragging up the seam of your cunt. Gathering wetness. Teasing without entering.

, 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.