What Is A One-shot 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?

A first time she could savour. But nothing more. Lila just didn't believe. Turned out, she waited far too long for the fantasy that was them. “No, I don't believe you," she answered feebly. "It's just sex. Please don’t tell Serena about tonight,” she gasped, right before the first orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Her first climax crashed through her like a slow, gentle flame that soon turned into a wildfire. Her pussy clamped down around him in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock as she shook and sobbed his name into his shoulder.

She succeeded in getting the car door opened. As she unlocked it and was about to get in, the sound of a gun rang twice. Maya froze as her blood ran cold. Maya looked down at her stomach and found herself bleeding. She had been shot. She slowly turned back and found Fiona holding the smoky gun with a grin spread across her battered face. “You think you’re so smart, huh?” Fiona yelled as Maya’s body collided with the ground. Blood poured out of her body nonstop as she dropped to the ground, and a tear left her eyes. Her hand tightened on her gunshot wound while she stared up at the scorching sun, hoping for some miracle.

Stephanie has a quite long meeting with the Korean counterpart, trying to assure them the thing that happened to Matsumoto Corp won’t happen again in the future during the project. After that, she made a quick call with the Japanese and promised to address the problem with the American consortium. Time shows it almost noon, when she ended the video call and went to the balcony. She took her phone and quickly messaged Nathan to come to her room. She was smoking on the balcony when she heard someone knock on the door. She knew who on the other side. When she opened the door, she smiled. Nathan walked in and when she closed the door, he quickly asked her.

the first one growled, getting tired of the other’s unnecessary blabbering. Calvin gulped in realization. Someone was paying them to kill Blair. Observing them from head to toe, he figured they weren’t the people to mess with. They were fully covered in black clothes making it impossible to see their faces but those overalls couldn’t hide their big, bulky bodies. One of them had a knife tucked in his belt while the other had one in his hand which he probably used to cut off the car cables.

“Don't pretend to be ignorant, Elissa. You are wearing my shirt, we are on the same bed and in a hotel. What do you think must have happened?” Elissa's face paled as if she has saw a ghost. “No, it can't be. We couldn't have….” she felt ashamed to finish the sentence. Carson got up from the bed and grabbed the documents from the small coffee table. He stood at the edge of the bed and toss the documents near her. She looked at her with her narrow eyes at the papers and then at Carson. “What is this?” “An agreement, exclusive.” She gaped at him. Was he serious? “What agreement?”

Gavin came closer to me, not waiting for long; he immediately shot out his right hand and landed on my cheek so hard that I took a step back and almost hit the door behind me. "Gavin, don't do that to Mahira. How many times have you hit her over a misunderstanding, you thought, huh? It's enough that you made Mahira throw away everything she had for you; don't throw away Mahira's hope to stay alive," Adam defended. His voice rose so loudly.

Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork. Suddenly, it hit me all at once. I had come back to this very day—the day Lionel and I were supposed to get our marriage certificate. When Tracy saw me staring straight at Lionel, she got so flustered that she started stomping her feet. She grabbed my arm and basically shoved me toward Jamie. "Incubi are born flirts! How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside. He doesn't even know what love is! Don't ruin your whole life being his plaything."

he looked at Artin before proceeding, “and if anyone is - killed, they don't have second chance. They're gone in that universe and in this, too - and also, everyone is to return to the portal once that happens for others will be alerted of our presence. DO NOT look out for anyone at your own expense or else, we will all be consumed.” They all nodded. “Is there a time limit which once elapsed, your bodies should be buried?” Troef'ny shot at them all, cross for not being taken along. “I'll get you when we're back!” Wene Noelle responded instantly like she'd been waiting for her to say a word.

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.