Shots In A Fifth Novels & Stories

The summer afternoon sun was scorching, making me dizzy and disoriented. Before I knew it, I had arrived near the library, and my footsteps stopped as if guided by some unseen force. I stood at the library entrance and heard two security guards talking in low voices. "That shooter's aim was really accurate. It didn't seem like a random shot at all." "Exactly, I've watched the surveillance footage several times. It was like he specifically targeted that student." I felt my heart skip a beat. So, Alex's death wasn't an accidental injury—it was premeditated.

Every room, every path, and even the stable that I’d slept in for five years, were displaying right in the middle of the screen. I could see the “actors” were still searching for me, and Melissa… Had she been sitting here, watching it all the while? Watching every beating, every humiliation, and every broken bone of mine? All the recordings were saved… The folders neatly stored and categorized every suffering I went through, including the buckets of filth dumped on me the first day I arrived and the servants' beating of me every day. Something inside me snapped. I grabbed a chair and swung. Glass shattered and screens broke. The room went dark one monitor at a time until nothing but jagged s

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

I fired again, adjusting higher this time. Headshot. “Again.” Headshot. Headshot. Headshot. Five rounds. Five holes in the target’s skull. I lowered the gun and turned to Vincent. He was staring at the target. Then at me. His expression was what I could only describe as complicated. He looked both impressed and unsettled at the same time. And aroused. His pants were tented and he wasn’t bothering to hide it. His eyes were dark. Pupils blown. We were both so fucked up it was almost beautiful.

“Eliza, let me remind you that I’ve only passed two people on their first try so far. Don’t be too full of yourself.” Eliza smiled. “I have no choice but to prove myself with my ability because I really don’t want to shoot in a makeup style that makes me look ugly and old-fashioned. Having said that, it shouldn’t count if it’s not me who yells ‘cut’.” “Of course.” Director Cheever nodded and glanced at Cindy after that. “Get ready for the fifth scene.” Cindy was stunned. “Isn’t that supposed to take place at four o’clock in the afternoon?”

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He was off on a film set with Renee. She'd called him, desperate, telling him she felt awful. His response? The same as always. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." He didn't come back until the fever had already broken. It was always like that. Broken promises, over and over, until all the letdowns blurred together. After one brutal fight, he swore he'd change. Promised he wouldn't leave her for Renee again. She'd given him five chances. This was the fifth.

However, in no time, she was in bed with her first love, Lucas Scott. On the back of one receipt, she even wrote about how she felt: [It’s my first time with him like this, and I’m so happy. I hope there will be more times like this in the future.] They had been secretly meeting up with each other in hotels for over five years and had been doing it right under my nose since I got out six months ago! I felt so sick I almost threw up. Clutching the trash can nearby, I started shivering all over.

"The mother and baby are both stable. She’s just suffering from shock and silver poisoning. Once we cleanse the toxin and treat the wound, there’ll be no harm to either of them." Only then did the doctor carefully begin dressing my arm. Seeing that I was alright, Nolan’s expression finally softened, just slightly. He rose to his feet, scanning every face in the room. Then, slowly, deliberately, he asked, "She just said my mate once begged someone for affection. Tell me, who was that supposed to be?" Every pair of eyes shifted instinctively toward Aiden. The weight of Nolan’s presence was crushing, and Aiden felt it like a mountain on his chest. At that moment, he could’ve strangled Janine. H

"I saw the recordings and videos from the accident. You were telling the truth. I… I never believed you. I wronged you so terribly. I'm begging your forgiveness. Can't we stop the divorce? Can't we try again?" Her eyes shimmered with desperate hope as she looked at me, waiting for an answer. But I shook my head. "Alicia, it's too late. There's nothing left to salvage. I've given it five years of my life, but in the end… this is where we stand." Alicia broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, whispering apologies over and over. "I will never forgive you," I said, then left the room without another glance. The moment I stepped out, a sharp flick landed squarely on my forehead.