Ana De Armas Novels & Stories

He knew that the gun had a reduced reload time, and that was something he was aware of; the paucity of time. Beside him, in the large bag with the DSR, he had also brought the F-2000 Assault Rifle. The grenade launcher and the effectiveness of the gun made it another of his favourites. He was armed to the teeth, as were his companions, and they lay waiting, watching for Aiyana’s contact to call. * They needed to enter and spirit away Proserpina because the place they were thinking of storming was like a mini-fortress. Suddenly Danielle swore, louder than before.

Adrian corrected gently with a reassuring smile. I swallowed hard, my gaze shifting nervously to the endless rows of military-grade hardware. "And... and you deal in arms, too? Weapons?!" Adrian nodded calmly. "I hold international defense contracts, Elena. It's fully licensed, heavily audited, and completely legal. I'm not running guns on the black market." "I... I always thought only ruthless Mafia Dons and underground syndicate bosses dealt in weapons on this scale," I said, my voice trembling slightly as the reality of his hidden empire crashed down on me.

That women weren’t allowed in the armory. I almost laughed. Italian men and their feminist delusions. Did I listen? Absolutely not. So now here I was, walking through the armory which was a vast, dark room lined with shelves of meticulously arranged guns, grenades, and a lot of steel-shaped stuff. Weapons of all shapes and sizes gleamed under dim lights. It was quiet, eerie. Like walking through a museum of death. I followed the light at the end of the room. I could hear Adrian’s voice echoing through the room, commanding, calm, and confident. Always in control.

"Get out. Now. We have evidence she is planning violence. Real violence. She has purchased weapons, made threats, wired money to people with criminal records." "That is not true," Elena said, clearly hearing Morrison through the phone. "I have not—" The door burst open. Armed men rushed in. Not FBI. Not police. Mercenaries. And leading them was someone I never expected. Camilla LaRue. She smiled at both of us, holding a gun. "Hello, ladies. Did you really think you were the only ones planning revenge?"

The point of no return. With a deep breath, Anya slipped through the opening, the door hissing shut behind her with a bone-jarring clang. The armory was a cathedral of steel and violence, rows upon rows of gleaming weapons lining the walls. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Guns, knives, energy batons – instruments of torture and control. But amongst them, a single object stood out – a sleek, curved blade, its surface reflecting the faint glow of her device. It called to her, a siren song of rebellion.

she asked again, crossing her lean arms over her chest as she stared down at me. It wasn't a new thing, in Empire highschool in order to promote discipline, the school allowed slight punishment on late cormers. "Infact kneel" she commanded, her hands moving to her waist in a threaten form. I immediately knelt, if she was expecting me to apologize, then she must be really crazy. When she realized I wasn't going to budge, she left me there. Crazy Ada that's what her class mates call's her and the name really suits her, cause she really acts that way at times.

"Your grandmother is one of the owners of the agency La Arma, but no one in her family knew then." "La Arma? What is that?" He breathed deeply again. "I will tell you about that, but La Arma is now also under your name." "What is it?" He ruffled my hair a little. "For now, don't worry about it. Your daddy is in charge of La Arma in the meantime." "But Gianna, she knows about La Arma. "Yes. Those two are also close, but in front of Merceditas, no. They have to hide it. I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me."

"You didn't tell me that you were about to be murdered." "Lucres if anyone should be hunted down and killed, it's you. Got that?" Armani vented. "So let's play." He laughed cynically. His men were positioned behind him for safety. We were totally outnumbered, all I had was Armani and the driver then there was me whose Martial art skills were just developing and I was in a stupid ball gown tonight. All I could handle were shot guns in addition to my dagger which was strapped to my thighs underneath the goddamn dress.

She is representing her clan in these games. The Poissonarm clan is represented by Poissona. The art that this clan possesses is very useful and effective. It is one of my favourite weapons against humanity when I am in the mood. The most effective weapon to destroy a kingdom, starting with the ruler, is poison. This, not only causes physical harm but also weakens the ruler's morale, making them easy prey

Her maid uniform slowly transformed into dark silver armor with large metal shoulder pads, a large chest piece that stopped a short distance below the middle of her torso, and metallic boots and gauntlets. A weapon appeared in each of her hands—the weapons were large metal balls with long spikes all around them. The metal ball was attached to a long handle by a thick, extendable metal chain. The balls crashed to the ground, cracking and digging a short distance into it with only their weights. Marie gulped as she stared at Anima. “You’ll have to forgive me. Forcing you into that divine state means I'll have come at you with full force, so you only have three choices: evade, retaliate, or die