One Shots Mga Nobela at Kwento

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

“Eat up before the food gets cold.” “Thud!” Susan slammed her utensil down, her chest heaving. “We are a table of twelve, and this is what you get us?” One family member uttered, “Macie, surely, this is a mistake. This isn’t quite the New Year’s Eve spread we usually have. In previous years, the family would have a feast with plenty of the finest seafood. This year, the table looked barren, set with only a small buffet. The only thing remotely close to a shellfish blowout was a measly shrimp cocktail.

She succeeded in getting the car door opened. As she unlocked it and was about to get in, the sound of a gun rang twice. Maya froze as her blood ran cold. Maya looked down at her stomach and found herself bleeding. She had been shot. She slowly turned back and found Fiona holding the smoky gun with a grin spread across her battered face. “You think you’re so smart, huh?” Fiona yelled as Maya’s body collided with the ground. Blood poured out of her body nonstop as she dropped to the ground, and a tear left her eyes. Her hand tightened on her gunshot wound while she stared up at the scorching sun, hoping for some miracle.

I hopped onto one of the stools and Anita followed suit while waving the male bartender over "What can I get you, ladies?" He asked "I'll have a cocktail. What about you, Camie?" Anita asked "I'll have five shots of vodka" I told the bartender and Anita's eyes widened slightly "Five shots of vodka? That's way over your limit, you know you're a lightweight" I waved her off "I'll be fine, don't worry" Anita cocked her head to the side like she was hesitant but eventually shrugged. The bartender got to work and handed us our drinks in record time

Enzo’s eyes went wide, pleading and begging me to spare him. “I’ll count to six and each time I will shoot if you’re lucky and you talk before the bullet gets fired then you get to keep your unborn children if not good for me I don’t have to worry about killing mini Enzo’s” I say nonchalantly. “One” I say sitting cross-legged. “Boss please” he whimpers crying as snorts run down his nose. “Wrong answer” I say pulling the trigger. Lucky for him his balls are still safe. “Two” I continue not wasting any more time.

"Right. Marcie and I are divorced…" I watched his happy expression, thinking, "I've loved him for many years, but I never received his affection in return." He staggered around the room and mindlessly took a glass of wine someone handed him. He swigged the contents. Drops of the liquid streamed down from his lips to his neck. Sonya bit her lip at Owen's sensual and seductive presence. "Alright now." She interfered at the right time, intercepting the alcohol that others had extended to Owen. "We'll call it a night. Owen's drunk. I'll take him with me to get some rest."

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

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.