21 Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

My heart hammered so hard I felt it in my teeth. Sabina lunged for me, eyes wild now, water streaming down her face. “You little bitch—” I raised the gun with both shaking hands and pointed it straight at her chest. Water poured into my eyes, blurring everything, but I locked my elbows and tried to look like I knew what I was doing. “Give me the drive,” I shouted over the screaming alarm. My voice cracked, but the words came out anyway. “Now.”

"I'm not a good brother to you, Celeste. I lacked being a brother to you. I'm so sorry. Sorry for making you feel not worthy. Will you still be mad if today the world ends? Will you still be upset if today one of us is dead I ask you, lil sis look at me my heart doesn't beat if we don't meet my veins go numb and I can't breath. " I could no longer understand him and what he was saying. Why does it seem to make sense and mean so deeply? Is he saying something thru song? Bang .... banggg ..... bang .... bang ...... banggg .... Ivan and I looked at each other and immediately got up from the seat because of the gunshots we heard. Where did that come from? Isn't the Ace of spades already attackin

“Twenty seconds. Let go of her. Or get out of my bar.” Their faces paled. Paul, with a desperate and guttural cry, suddenly drew a gun, pointing it at Lorenzo. The world went silent. Then, the shattering of glass. Screams. Gunshots exploded, a symphony of chaos. The acrid smell of blood filled the air, thick and metallic.

Then, on the downbeat of the next verse— Dante’s silhouette shifts in the wings—too fast. The lights cut out. All of them. Instant black. The sound of my guitar dies in my hands. For a split second, there’s stunned silence. Then screams. High and jagged. Chairs scrape. Someone shouts, “Down!” in Italian. A gunshot cracks through the dark. Loud. Close. The concussion of it hits my chest like a fist. I freeze— And the world tilts into chaos.

"This is personal." The room erupted into chaos as the guards realized the situation. Guns were drawn, but it was too late. My men had already infiltrated the shadows, and their bullets found their targets with surgical precision. The sound of gunfire was deafening, the smell of gun powder filling the air. Torres's men fell like dominoes, their loyalty to their leader evaporating in the face of death.

Changed her mind few seconds later and pointed it at my heart "There are only two bullets inside this gun and both are for you. The first one is for your heart and the second one for your head. Don't dream of surviving because you won't be surviving my shots" "Lexi please" I begged and tears rolled down my eyes "Don't beg me. You must die" "Lexi" "On your knees" "Lexi please" "ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES" "Lexi please" "Say your last prayer" "Lexi please. I'm begging you"

The wind tugged at me, almost playful, as though asking me to dance. Is this how I die? I closed my eyes, feeling the void beneath my heel, preparing for the fall. Then gunshots rang out, shattering the night. The sound was deafening, sharp cracks that echoed off the surrounding buildings. I opened my eyes in time to see the men scatter, shouting in confusion. More shots—these ones hitting the rooftop itself, sparking off the concrete near the stairwell entrance. "What the fuck…" "It's them! It's the Black Herd!"

Of all the songs… I take a deep breath and step out of the room. The hallway is a chaotic mess. Three guards are running toward me, guns raised. I don't hesitate. My Glock barks, spitting out lead. One drops instantly, a bullet between his eyes. The other two stumble, surprised by my speed and accuracy. A quick double-tap takes them both down.

…Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin’…It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin’…They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me…If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?…I guess they can't, I guess they won’t…I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the

He seemed to understand the look in my eyes so he spoke up. “Let him see, Evelyn. Let him see how far you’ve come while he was busy destroying himself.” My thoughts ran wild but soon a dangerous smile appeared on my face. “Fine,” I stated, my voice dripping with venom. “If we are going to burn him down, we might as well do it in the spotlight.” Leo suddenly froze near the couch, with his head tilted. Then he waddled toward me with something pinched between his fingers. “Mama… I found this.”