What Are One Shots Novels & Stories

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

She stood at the terrace staring at the clouds above her. All the things she'd been through and all the secrets, she had to keep started replaying in her head. It wasn't easy for her to behave normally after all she had been through to get this far. To be the lady she is now. All the time she was alone, she always remembered what was happening in her life currently. Even at times when she wasn't alone, she kept on remembering about her life. She heard thud of boots on the floor. She didn't bother to turn around to see who it was. She just wanted to get some fresh air before she could go inside.

] Her hand hovered over the mouse, her whole body trembling. "Click confirm! Hurry!" Edward roared behind her. Alicia shut her eyes, steeled herself, and pressed the button. "Confirm." When the record showed as successfully modified, both Edward and Alicia let out long breaths of relief. Smiles spread across their faces, the kind worn by people who believe they've just survived disaster, convinced they've wiped their hands clean and shifted all the blame elsewhere. What they failed to notice was that I had been standing behind them the entire time, holding a body-cam recorder.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

I just took her shaking hand in mine, even though I shouldn’t have. “Whatever it takes,” I said finally. “Even if it means burning everything down.” Her eyes widened, not from my words but from the tiny red dot burning on my chest. A sniper’s mark. Before I could speak, she whispered, terrified, “Nathaniel… someone’s watching us.”

(Ronan’s POV) The words were etched with a fierce intensity, not with ink or paint, but with something far more primal—a claw driven deep into flesh. The marks ran deep, carved so profoundly that even the relentless rain could not wash them away. Each letter seemed to pulse with a raw hatred.

But being ripped from one place turned into particles and then thrown back into reality in a completely different place was another story. The sound of shouting and gunshots dragged me back to the situation at hand. I forced myself to focus, looking around the giant stack of shipping containers. Ten men were running around shooting in random directions. Most were screaming random orders that no one seemed to be listening to. Fear had set in, and it had taken away their rational thinking. Suddenly vines shot up from the ground. A man screamed in fear as they wrapped around his legs and pulled him away. His cries ended with a loud snap.

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

“Tell me what’s going on.” I take a deep breath, steadying myself before I begin. “It’s about my One. Or rather . . . my Ones.” I glance at Akin and then at River, my heart racing as I try to explain the situation as clearly as possible. “I thought Akin was my One. I felt the connection, the power, everything. But then something happened with River.” Mother frowns, confusion flashing across her face. “What do you mean, something happened with River?”

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