One Shots Novels & Stories

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

She explained to him Martin smiles, he was surprised, how simple she is. And next, when he hired a secret photographer to take their picture during holiday, and he gave the picture to her, Martin remembered how happy she was. She showed him, through video call, her office and as she said, she put the picture on the left of the table. Little that she knows, copies of that picture are in his San Francisco and Chicago’s office.

Elise didn't dare to go out and could only hide in a shabby hotel. She looked at the news on her phone: #The Alpha of Nighthowl Pack jumps to his death# Elise viciously stabbed my photo with her poisoned dagger in her hand. "Lucian, Alice, both of you deserve to die! I want you to pay with your lives for Dad!" Ever since the incident with Lucian, Noah kept enhancing his protection of me. "Noah, please don't be so nervous." I saw Noah's tense expression even when we were out for dinner and tried to comfort him.

She spoke with soft, small voice. His breath hitched in his throat. It was Stephanie. She sounded like she was in a lot of pain. "Stephanie! What happened? Where are you? Are you all right?" He had tons of questions. "Calm down, Mr Kingston. Let's have a talk." He already knew who spoke this time. Stephanie was with her mother. "What did you do to her?" Anger was noticeable in his voice. "I shot her." Britney declared, as if being proud of her deed. "She has lost a lot of blood and the bullet is still inside her body. If she doesn't get treatment in time, she will die. Either from infection, lead poisoning or from the excruciating pain."

His grip tightened slightly as the instinct surfaced. He could end this. Heart Seeker. Homing Strike. Echo Shot. Stack them. One shot. Done. The thought came easily, almost too easily, and for a moment he held the draw as if he might commit to it. Then he eased the tension slightly instead of releasing. No. Not here. That shot had a cost, and it wasn’t a small one. One hour cooldown. One chance. And this fight, for all its pressure, wasn’t the one that mattered most.

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.

Then the tyronimic began to walk towards its feast slowly who was on the ground, helpless. The tyronimic tilted its middle head which was by far the largest to the left - to aid its ingestion. It opened its funky mouth to swallow up Gerey in about three huge swallows when sharp bullets hit its black skin and bounced off, causing no damage but distracted the tyronimic. The bullets came from the MP40 Submachine gun which Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey held firmly in his hands as he ran out of the destroyed building, trying to save Eallric.

After deep contemplation, he said, "How many shots do I get?" "1 shot" "Hmm… is it not possible to get two shots?" "Young man! This is a paid service, and those shock waves consume a lot of energy. But I'm letting you use it for free, but you only get 1 shot… " Master Hugh shook his head in disagreement, "Besides, why do you even need two shots? I am not checking your accuracy here. The shockwave will always reach the arrow, whether you aim for the target or not. So Just make a powerful shot!"

They’re low on ammo, I can tell by the way they’re pacing their shots. I pick my target—a big guy barking orders, probably the leader. I aim my gun and without as much as a breath,I fire. The shot catches him in the shoulder, and he staggers, shouting. The others turn, confused, and Zero and Shadow strike, taking out two more.

“This isn’t about turning you into a killer, Alessia. It’s about giving you a choice. If something happens and I’m not there—” “Don’t say that.” “But if it does… I want you to have a chance. I want you to have the option to fight.” She was quiet for a long time. Then: “One shot.” I blinked. “What?” She turned her head slightly. “One bullet. One shot. That’s all I’ll do.” I stared at her. Then nodded. “Deal.” I walked to the bench, retrieved one single round, and loaded it. “Ready?” I asked, holding the gun out.