Oneshot Ideas Novels & Stories

He was relaxing in the lounge, thinking up date ideas to welcome her home. "Shit, I thought we said tonight," Cain panicked, flashes of last night leaving him with a hard dick. He jumped up off the couch and walked straight into a naked Diane. “One more time, daddy? Call it a goodbye fuck," Diane said coyly, quick to shove her hand down his boxers and grab his hard dick. "Is this for me? Thinking of how good you fucked your little girl last night, daddy?" he persisted, leaving Cain between a rock and a hard place.

Quinn dead pans, looking for the remote. "It's more than that. Like, I could totally kill someone with as little as a few Jolly Ranchers, did you know that?" I side-eye her seriously. "This show is educational on levels you'd never knew. I'll never look at pads for a woman's period the same again, they are much more resourceful than you'd think." She laughs, snatching the remote from me. "Well, if I see you constructing a night mask out of a pad or tampons, I'm having you admitted." She turns on the couch, crossing her arms along the back waiting for me to argue with her.

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.”

The truth was laid bare for everyone to see. Susan had a habit of dropping a digit when sending me money. Convinced that I had been pocketing the change, the family fell silent in the face of the truth. Only Summer remained in disbelief. She kept shuffling through the papers. Failing to find the evidence against me, Summer hurled the documents aside and snapped, her finger up my nose. “For all we know, the bills could be faked. “What if you edit the screenshots to flip the story around? “It makes no sense that Mom would send you the wrong amount each time. Once or twice is a thing, but don’t tell me, you have been topping up the difference.”

Deeper than that. Who was I kidding? They were just too cute! I felt I had discovered something. Something many had wrong ideas of. It was almost a generally accepted notion that one could fall in love with only one person...at least at a time. Prior to my meeting George and Lucas, I had believed that too but now I didn't know what to believe.

*Permiton* *Several Days Ago* We stand on the edge of the shoreline, and the visions attack me, sharp and violent. Each image is simply a possibility, a road that will unfurl depending on what decision we make. River and Brook stand by the water, each trying to conjure a narwhal-pulled ferry, but they’re wasting their energy. It will not come for them; they’ve been exiled. The moment the decree was made, every living organism in this country turned against them.

Jessica had explained. "Hey," she hit Aaron's shoulder to grab his attention. "I have an idea, if we both are single at the age of 40, let's marry each other." Aaron pursed his lips in thought. Jessica's idea wasn't that bad. "Okay. I mean you are hot and stuff, so why not." Raiden coughed loudly, making his presence known. Aaron was shamelessly flirting with his sister while he sat in front of them. "Sorry, didn't see you there, boomer."

"But not yet." A Spark of Normalcy The next morning, I suggested something unusual—a day off. "You’re joking, right?" Damien asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Nope," I said firmly. "We’ve earned it. We’ve all earned it. One day won’t alter the world, but it might remind us what we’re fighting for." To my astonishment, he concurred. The First Steps Forward We spent the day outside, away from consoles and weapons. For a few hours, the weight of the past seemed to lift.

Why would you wanna keep a mentally unstable woman as your Luna? "Watch it!" Marcus was shaking with anger, but we were still in the administrative building. Mindful of his Alpha status, he forced himself to swallow it down. Noelle tilted her head, thinking for a moment. Then her eyes lit up. "Dad, if you sever your mate bond with Mom, that means you can have a bonding ceremony with Aunt Clara!" "That's great!" Rowan chimed in. "Mom, hurry up and leave. We want Aunt Clara to be our new mom!"

I can feel the warmth of him like a second layer of air. For a second, I imagine leaning forward. Just once to see if it still feels the same. The thought hits me fully formed and dangerous: Maybe one last time would fix it. Maybe if I let it happen again, properly, deliberately, then it would lose its power. Maybe it would turn into something ordinary instead of this sharp, humming thing under my skin. Like popping a blister instead of walking on it. The idea scares me because it does not sound like a bad idea at all.