Novel & Cerita 21 Shots Book

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

“I want you to stop assuming the muzzle’s always pointed from outside. Watch your back. Hunters aren’t the only ones who wear new names like clean shirts.” I stared him down, but the words slotted into a place that had been waiting. Someone around you isn’t who they say they are. The sentence had teeth that fit the bite already gnawing at my nights. “I already watch my back,” I said. “And my sides. And the throat of anyone who steps too close.” “I’m not talking about strangers,” he said. Crown hissed then, low and mean. A thin paperback slid off the endcap and flapped open at our feet. The illustration showed a girl walking through a forest of spears; every spear had a mirror for a blade. In

My heart slammed against my ribs, but my hands were steady. We rounded a corner. Three men at a table—maps, guns, beer bottles. One looked up. Luca fired first—silenced shot, center mass. The man dropped. The others spun. Chaos. Gunfire erupted—muffled pops, shouts. I dropped behind a crate, Luca shielding me with his body. He returned fire—precise, lethal. One down. Another. A fourth man came from the side—straight at me. I didn’t think. I raised my gun, aimed low like last time, squeezed. The shot hit his thigh. He screamed, collapsed.

We huddle together, watching as the shadows stir. An arrow lands in the snow, inches in front of me. "Take cover!" I shout. Davis and Heather dive for cover behind a nearby car, while I duck behind a trash can. I peek around the edge, trying to see who shot the arrow. It's hard to make out in the dim light, but I can see movement coming from behind a nearby building. "Who is it? Is it them?" Heather whispers, her voice barely audible. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Stay here. We'll see what's going on."

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I couldn’t move and almost got a heart attack due to nervousness after seeing different types of knives, machete and axes pointed at my face. W-what is this? I was about to ask what was going on but stops when someone moves next to me, at my left side. I almost ran out of blood and my eyes got wide open right after seeing the person next to me. It's Verna! Wait! H-how come??! I hope what I have in my mind is wrong. I hope it's wrong. I repeatedly prayed to myself and held onto the blanket wrapped around the body of the two of us. I peeked underneath slowly.

The summer afternoon sun was scorching, making me dizzy and disoriented. Before I knew it, I had arrived near the library, and my footsteps stopped as if guided by some unseen force. I stood at the library entrance and heard two security guards talking in low voices. "That shooter's aim was really accurate. It didn't seem like a random shot at all." "Exactly, I've watched the surveillance footage several times. It was like he specifically targeted that student." I felt my heart skip a beat. So, Alex's death wasn't an accidental injury—it was premeditated.

One still clutched a hunting knife in stiff fingers while canned soup lay scattered across the floor around them. Food. They killed each other over food already. Rowan stared down at the bodies silently before speaking. “Three shots.” Evelyn looked toward him. “What?” “The shooter fired three times.” Rowan nodded toward the shelves behind the bodies. “Missed once.” She followed his gaze and spotted the bullet hole buried in a cereal display. Her stomach tightened slightly. Of course, Rowan noticed that immediately. The world was becoming more dangerous by the hour. And Rowan moved through it like someone who already understood exactly how ugly survival could get.

I am already a step ahead. My focus clamps down. I run the plan through my head once more, clean and quick, then push away from Lucas. My foot finds the lower corner of the shelf exactly where I pictured it. I drive my heel into the wood and shove with everything I have. The shelf groans and comes loose. Books and mugs and a ceramic owl topple in a tumbling, noisy arc. One of the stacks clips the gunman in the shin. He stumbles, but he is fast and he rights himself in a single fluid motion. The gun lifts and swings toward me.

And In cases like this-there's only two options. Suddenly, the predator shove its fingers into Mel's chest, she grunts with her eyes wide open. Mel spout blood from her mouth as It pulled out its bloodstained hand quickly to make another strike. I throw my rifle aside, and grab my shotgun, aiming at the predator's hand. It fingers splatters as I pulled the trigger. Without hesitating, I fired again, peeling off half of its cheeks. The shotgun seems to be more effective than my rifle's tiny bullets.