What Are One Shots Novels & Stories

People looking at me like I was some gold-digging mistake who spread her legs for a billionaire and got pregnant on purpose. My hands began trembling violently. Lucas noticed instantly and stepped closer beside me quietly. “Breathe,” he murmured. “Don’t faint. Grandma hates fainting.” Under any other circumstance, I might’ve laughed. But right now I felt like I was walking toward my execution. Eleanor stepped behind the podium gracefully. The crowd immediately fell silent. Then— To my absolute horror— She pulled me beside her. Directly in front of every camera. My eyes widened. What was she doing?

Enzo’s eyes went wide, pleading and begging me to spare him. “I’ll count to six and each time I will shoot if you’re lucky and you talk before the bullet gets fired then you get to keep your unborn children if not good for me I don’t have to worry about killing mini Enzo’s” I say nonchalantly. “One” I say sitting cross-legged. “Boss please” he whimpers crying as snorts run down his nose. “Wrong answer” I say pulling the trigger. Lucky for him his balls are still safe. “Two” I continue not wasting any more time.

She nodded and turned her attention away from me. My phone chirped. I took it out from my pocket and saw a text message from Jerome. Jerome: Boss, you need to see this. He sent me a picture and my eyes widened in fear and sadness when I opened it. “Maya!” I almost yelled but I remained calm. In the picture she had several wounds on her body, a gunshot wound to her head and some on her stomach. Her clothes were torn and her eyes stayed open with no life in them. Another text came in.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

“This is a counter. It works almost like a digital alarm. That is, it shows the number of people that have tuned into our channel in red light. Of course, it varies every second but still...” Eallric nodded. “We have our microphones and camera set and other stuffs in another room. We wouldn't need to set the camera. The televisions of those that will be viewing us will be black but our voices will be heard.” They put on the generator and their hearts pumped with the noise. They had to hurry up before tyronimics; which they knew will be there soon, arrived. They got to the the office where the equipments were and Lene set everything up in a minute.

A stream of multiple gunshots pierced through the air. The hundreds of armed fighters from the Shadow Elite's Squad concurrently. With all of them firing multiple shots each, the effect was like a prolonged gunshot. If not listen to carefully, one could have easily mistaken it for the multiple consecutively sound of thunder. Each shots fired by each of the hundreds of armed fighters of the Shadow Elite's Squad were more than enough to extinguish all of Rocky's men. The eighty odd mens from Rocky's Group fell dead almost at once when the shots fired. Every one of them had more than five gunshot wounds on their bodies.

“She your friend?” “Yes, my pretty best friend!” I said with a smile, nudging Ariana. “So… you come here often?” Ariana asked, looking around the club with a slightly skeptical expression. “Not really. Just sometimes when I feel like partying. Since you’re not the partying type, I usually come here alone,” I said with a shrug. “Your drinks, Señoritas,” Marco said, handing over our drinks. “Tonight, I’ve got you both what I call a ‘devil shot.’ It’ll lift your spirits.”

one hundred thousand, and I will delete the picture and forget about it. Zoe chuckled. "Elsa, are you crazy? you want one hundred thousand dollars for one photo?" Elsa gentle shook her phone. "so miss Zoe doesn't think it's worth it." Elsa said with a grinning smile.

But then a loud bang came from outside - a car backfiring or something similar - and Maxwell snapped back to alertness, raising the gun again. "No!" he shouted. "Stay back! Both of you!" The door handle turned further, the hinges creaking as it started to open. Maxwell spun towards it, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Maxwell, no!" Alice screamed, struggling against her ropes. Time seemed to slow down. The door swung open, revealing the armed special forces team. Maxwell's eyes went wide, his finger on the trigger. Father Thomas lunged forward, trying to grab the gun. Alice closed her eyes, waiting for the sound of gunshots.

I swear to God blue-balls is a real thing. Stepping into the cold shower, it pricks and stabs my skin. Gritting my teeth, I take it, needing it. I lather my hair with soap and wash my body. None of it helping with the third leg between my legs. Resting my hands on the shower tiles I lower my head, soap dripping from my hair and chest. Faintly I hear my phone ring from the living room. Wiping my face, I blow water out from settling between my lips, and hear it ring again.