One Shots Wattpad Novels & Stories

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!

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Chapter 2- Shot! shot! Shot! shot! Shot! shot! *Natalia* I may be a little buzzed but I needed this I needed to forget that I was going to be a married woman by Friday to one of the most feared, ruthless leader in the mafia world. I go to the bar and order some more tequila knowing I was going to feel this in the morning I didn't give a shit my life was ending. the bar tinder sits out six shot glasses then fills them up nova comes swaying towards me and holds the counter for balance.

As soon as the words left my lips, Alpha Daughtry’s shoulders dropped. “What about Colton?” Matt asked curiously. I looked at Luna Emma, trying to gauge if I needed to speak up, but as soon as I opened my mouth, she composed herself and spoke. “It seems your Luna happened upon the beginning of the end.” I stepped back to give her space. Orion’s hand never left me as we stopped beside Pru and Matt. Alpha Daughtry and Luna Emma needed space to weave their tale.

It looked like it was going to snow. For seven days straight, the studio received flowers every day, all pink tulips. Not wanting to waste them, Irina had Megan put the flowers in buckets of water. Any passerby who came in and scanned the QR code to follow the studio's social media account could take three flowers for free. Irina also heard from others that Uriah had already bought a house in Lakewood City and was interviewing for college teaching positions.

“I just need them to see the truth.” He plugged the drive into the court’s display. The screen flickered then a set of events appeared. Names. Dates. Accounts. Charles’s name was everywhere. The room fell silent. “No,” Charles mumbled. “This can’t be” “It’s over,” I said softly. Nathaniel turned toward me, and for a second, the world seemed to stop. All the fear, all the chaos, faded. There was only comfort. And love. Until the sound came. A single gunshot.

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

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.

Something about a bike convention out in Louisville. "If it were any other weekend, I'd be there in a heartbeat," Nolan said as he shut the blow dryer off. "I blew Shana off once already for that tattoo convention I went to last time. This weekend there's some wedding she's been talking about for months. We even went shopping for it since, apparently, I own nothing appropriate for a wedding." Quino sounded almost as annoyed that it seemed he, too, always had other plans when these conventions were going on.