Shoot Me Day 6 Novels & Stories

she muttered. I whipped around, sobs choking my words. "My dad is dead, and that's what you're worried about?" She flinched. "I didn't mean it like that. Please, restrain your grief. All these people are staring." Ignoring her, I pounded my fists against Hank's chest in feigned anguish, the cone concealed in my palm delivering discreet jabs with each blow. My meltdown seemed to snap Beth back. She held it together; no fainting spell this time.

Search & Destroy ang mode nila ngayon dahil ayon kay Gen, na-miss niya laruin ang mode na ‘to. yieee ate hayaan mo na sumunod sayo HAHAHAHA I SHIPPP Grabe ayaw mawalay kay ate gen HAHSHAHS Manalo matalo ayos lang daw basta magkasama kayo <33 ayiee Kuya xhyro T___T tapos na ang solo streaming days mo! “She’s a special guest,” aniya sa viewers. “Thought it’d be fun to include her. Tingnan niyo naman, ang ingay ingay kasi. Pero the best ‘yan mag-shotgun! Talo pa ‘ko.”

the guy said, looking at it while grinning A gun??...gun?? they're gonna use it one me?? Noooooooo!!!!! "I can't take a gunshot! Please, don't do this to me !"I whimpered pitifully and River chuckled "It's a nail gun our dear Luna. Not some normal kind of gun" he said and grinned "Nail gun?" I repeated with quivering lips "Yeah, it has sharp poisoned nails instead of bullets and at a shot, it releases three nails" Tammy replied and smriked " Heard once you have twenty one nails in your body, you'll stay alive in pains for three days and for those three days, the blood will turn black completely as the poison spreads, then the person dies. Why don't we try it out?" River snickered

Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed. He changed quickly into a t-shirt and hoodie, some jeans, and his favorite white pair of Air Curry 22’s. After dressing he opened his sock drawer and rummaged through it until he pulled out his Glock 30. He racked the slide back to ensure the chamber was empty, put the loaded clip in, and stuffed the gun in his waist band. Before heading back to the dining room he examined himself in the mirror. He never remembered looking this tired before. His eyes were slightly sunken and darkened. His hair was getting longer and shaggier than he pr

--- *Chapter 60: "Day 21"* *Timeline: April 26th, 2022. 5:59 AM. Malibu Beach House.* *[SFX: SILENCE. THEN COFFEE. THEN 3 WEEKS. THEN US.]* *5:59 AM. [SFX: COFFEE. THEN BREATH. THEN NOT 3.]* No alarm. Day 21. We don’t need alarms anymore. 5:59 AM. Coffee machine. Kitchen. _Gurgle. Hiss._

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

1: I’m Dying Day 1/365 Days VICKY "Your heart is very weak, and despite treatment, we’re afraid you may only have about 365 days left." These were the words that made my world stop. What was I going to do now? My husband wouldn't take this news well...Williams wouldn't take this news well.

His familiar fragrance enveloped me. I murmured, "Landon, you smell amazing…" That made his ears turn bright red. The next thing I knew, he captured my lips in an even more searing kiss. In between kisses, he whispered, "A zombie's fated partner is the only one who can see what we truly look like and smell the fragrance unique to us. I'm a lucky man, Annabelle." Our bodies remained pressed together as we shared a passionate night. It wasn't until dawn, when the first light of day slowly crept over the horizon, that Landon stopped as I begged for mercy in exhaustion.

"Alright, alright, I'll take you with me." When Bruce let out his last grunt of pleasure, he looked up and met with my gaze in the room. I immediately closed my eyes. Bruce jumped in fright. "I closed the door before I came out. Why is it open?" "Why does it matter? She's dead asleep anyway. Ignore her. Come and be with me." Soon, I heard their bodies smashing against each other. It was only in the early morning when they finally quieted down. I did not sleep the entire night. My pillow was soaked with tears.

I hesitated, but succumbed anyways. “Just one,” I said, not thinking too much to it, a shot with hurt. We sat on the couch, the city lights reflecting on the river outside. Caleb poured us both a drink, handing me a glass. “To better days,” he said, clinking his glass against mine. I took a sip. The whiskey burned going down, but it warmed me from the inside. We talked for a while about hockey, about the team drama, about nothing important. Caleb was easy to talk to when he wasn’t trying too hard. He listened. He didn’t push.