Ana De Armas Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Where the fuck is Alessio now?" "At a private clinic. He took a few bad hits, but he’ll survive." I downed my drink in one gulp, the burn barely registering. "And?" Luke hesitated again, which only pissed me off more. "There’s another problem," Luke admitted. "Some of the shipments—weapons, the special ones—we sold to a few gangs ... they're refusing to pay up." Suddenly i set my glass down, slow and deliberate. My entire body tensed like a predator about to strike.

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.

"Yes, sir." Andrès headed down to the basement, where the weapons were stored. He opened the heavy metal door and stepped inside, taking in the sight of the neatly arranged arsenal. Guns, ammunition, knives, grenades-everything he would need to protect what was his. He reached for a handgun, slipping it into the holster under his jacket, then grabbed a shotgun and slung it over his shoulder.

she instructed the others behind her, her voice commanding. Liam’s brow raised, eyes moving between Adriana and George, both armed with swords instead of guns. “Swords? Seriously?” he asked, surprised. His gaze settled on George, then back to Adriana. "Why are you two using swords when guns exist?" Adriana didn’t spare him a glance. Her eyes stayed locked on the approaching soldiers. Her fingers flexed around the hilt. “Because I’m better with this,” she replied coolly, lifting the blade with precision. Her gaze hardened, locked on the threat ahead. “And it doesn’t run out of bullets.”

“The message also said you lost your parent, I’m sorry about their demise.” “Oh” Ada swallowed again unable to form words at the moment. “What weapon is your specialty” “Weapon? I don’t know, I have never handled any before” “Off course you have, you just don’t know it yet.” The woman stood and signaled Ada to follow. They entered another room in the tent, which was clustered with swords, spares, arrows, knives, machete, gun powders and every arsenal of war. The smell of leather flaunts the place, too heavy to make the stomach rumble.

I shifted back until they were no space left. Small rocks fell behind me, skipping into the water. I was at the edge of the cliff. “You think I'm crazy huh?” She screamed slicing the dagger on her arm. Blood dripped over it. “Even if Xavier hate me after this I can live with that but not you in the way,” she whispered. Then in the next seconds. She rosed her arm up, ready to attack me. I stopped the dagger with my arm, blood instantly spilled over palm. I hissed from the pain, she struggled with me. Digging deep into my trembling arms.

He was doing things to her and she hated it because she unconsciously liked it. Walking through the empty corridors, she knew he was walking behind her which made her walk fast. Stopping at the exit, she looked at the guard who had her gun and pushed her hand forward so he could hand it over to her. William Adams had left two cars and five guards behind who were supposed to take her home safely. The guard took out her gun but before he could hand it to her, a hand took it away from him annoying Ana. “ What the hell do you want Damon Alvarado? ” Ana ended up grunting out before turning around.

Slash upwards, block, rush into his torso, wait for him to defend, then bite into his elbow… HARD! Abner’s dismembered arm flew through the air and bounced on the ground… Along with several long needles, all of these pointed weapons were inserted into a thick leather strap with metal syringes at the end. They clattered and scattered into the middle of the arena, in full view of everyone watching. A unified gasp filled the air while Abner howled in pain, slowly shifting back to his human form, naked, and with one arm missing.

Aster’s movement was a blur — not the kind that came from speed alone, but the kind that came from knowing exactly where the other person would be before they got there. Anaïs shifted her weight to counter, firing as she stepped sideways, but the shot went wide. Aster was already inside her range. The rifle became dead weight. Anaïs let it fall, her hand closing around the sidearm at her thigh. Aster’s arm shot out, fingers snapping around her wrist before she could draw. The two of them locked, muscles taut, boots grinding against rusted rails.