What Is A One-shot Novels & Stories

I am in my deep thoughts while I am bording my flight. The flight attendant offered me a glass of cold water as she noticed my uncomfortable state. I was lost in a moment. I could not find a word to describe my feeling for today. It is as if I am walking towards uncertain things that I know I ended up losing. It's funny how I look back and easily remember how bewail I am with my current situation in life. During the flight, I am not at ease. I always thought about what would my shitty ex husband will do to my precious little one. The flight is not that long however I felt like it has been a century, sitting on this chair near the window, not hearing any words from home.

"We have to call him today", Ashley mentioned as she removed the card from her bag. She took it from her since she wanted to keep it well for her. She knew that their was a chance for her to throw it away. But she didn't want that to happen. She badly wanted her to reach out to him since she thought that the stranger would make a good boyfriend for her. She didn't like seeing her single at all and always wished for her to have a boyfriend. That's why she snatched the card so that she could be sure that she would call him.

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

I just want to stop thinking. The bartender places a shot of vodka in front of me, and after nodding my thanks, I pick it up and down it in one go. I hiss as the alcohol makes its way past my throat, but the burning sensation is exactly what I want. Setting the glass down, I take in the environment around me.

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.

I said in a whisper while firmly holding my firearm. Kyle said, "It’s because it is," in an uncomfortable tone. "She has assimilated into this system in every way. She will be destroyed if it is destroyed. "Then that’s what we do," Damien said solemnly. Wave One Drones appeared from concealed compartments that were revealed as we progressed further inside the complex. "CONTACT!" The drones swarmed, and Damien fired the first shot, shouting. "They’re faster!" Vanessa screamed, ducking behind cover and shooting at one of the sleek, lethal devices.

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.”

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

"I've been here since the moment I smelled our pup on you in that shop. The sex is insane because you're my mate. Elara, My wolf knew it that first night under the blood moon. I knew it the second your scent hit me. I was just waiting praying for you to choose me back."She looked at him then, really looked, green eyes searching silver gray. "Mate?" The word came out soft, almost reverent. "Werewolves have one true mate," he explained, voice low and steady. "The one person who fits. Body, soul, everything. It's rare to find them. Some wolves live their whole lives without it. When we do... it's like the world narrows to that one scent, that one heartbeat. You're mine. And I've been yours sinc

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