Ana De Armas Novels & Stories

Forty-Four muttered grumpily. “No, Delta’s the cannon fodder,” Forty-Nine quipped in a nasty tone. “We’re just the lucky ones that get to follow up with the mops and shovels. Are they actually going to bother to arm us this time?” “Yes, General Case has agreed to open up the armory, but not for all of us. Just those that have passed Marksmanship Three or higher. If I remember right, that’s all of us except…” She gave me a broad smirk. “Forty-Two… you’ll be carrying a butter knife.”

I clenched my fist tightly, feeling a surge of annoyance at his question, but I kept my expression neutral. “Don’t think you’re so good that you will succeed on the first try,” I said, my voice calm and dismissive. However, his expression didn’t change, his eyes still penetrating deeply into mine with an unyielding gaze. He was like a predator, watching its prey, waiting for it to make a move. I shifted uncomfortably under his glance, a sense of uneasiness washing over me. I didn’t like being under his gaze at all. I sighed, trying to maintain my composure. “That day, I took a contraceptive pill, so you have nothing to worry about” I said, my voice flat.

I sneer, settling back behind my desk. Moments later, Igor barges into the office, looking flustered and like he's had one hell of a day. "Artemis," He grounds out, "Where the blyad [fuck] have you been?!" I lean forward in my chair, opening the drawer to my left, I take out my gold-plated gun, and I place it on top of my desk with my finger resting on the trigger. Ana spins around in her chair and faces Igor. His eyes shift as they meet hers and he frowns, pointing at her, "Who is she?"

Ana smiled as Admiral Nugen bowed. “Then I’ll leave you.” Admiral Nugen went to leave with his head high. “I’m going to look into the armory.” “The armory?” Ana moved to pull Bruno onto her lap. “Is there some reason?” “I just want to check on something.” Admiral Nugen went and bowed out of the room again. “What’s an armory?” Bruno asked. “I don’t know that word.” “It’s the place where we keep all the weapons.” Ana went, and Bruno nodded. “If you like, we could go and see it later?”

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

It was a good thing he wore a quality proof vest underneath his clothes every time. Regardless of that, a bad bruise was inevitable. He raised his gun and fire at Omar’s right hand, which was holding the gun. “Shit!”, Omar cursed. Rodolfo picked up the gun immediately and examined it. The North American Arms .22 LR mini-revolver is often considered one of the smallest guns available. Little wonder he could sneak it in because it was small and easily concealable. “Who the fuck are you?”, Leonardo asked, ignoring the pain in his chest.

I shook my head chuckling and did the same and held a big gun in my hand, standing beside him and watching the door again excitedly. And the second wave burst in, they didn’t waste a moment, they shot everything and everywhere like crazed men, but nothing happened to us and the other men dropped dead. I cocked my head to the side and looked at my men who were as confused as me, but it didn’t last long because the next thing I know my friends walked inside. Armani was holding his cherished machine gun while Cacilia was rocking her semi that she had platted in gold. She had it custom made.

I said. She nodded her head in acknowledgement. But then, I remembered that I didn't know where Adrian had kept the weapons. If he even had them, that is. I had only seen him in action once and that time; he had been fighting barehanded. I had to admit that his fists were more deadly than any weapon could ever be... "Does Adrian have weapons stashed around somewhere, or would we have to make do with kitchen knives?" I asked. "Girl, he has a freaking armory here! Haven't you seen yet?" she asked.

So I did the less honorable thing; Going for the lady first in order to attract the stubborn little girl who ran straight to her momma, giving me enough chances to get a grip on her. Pulling fast away from the others, ibheld the sharp dagger I had stolen from the lady to the young girl's throat—praying in my mind that the girl wouldn't try anything stupid like running into the knife. As I had expected, they all retreated a few feet from me. "Drop your weapons!" I ordered. They did so obediently. "Please don't hurt my daughter," The lady pleaded with tears in her eyes.

Creed's fingers trembled slightly, "coz for some I feel that even this much won't be enough." Maira asked, "What about soul armas? How many arrow-type soul armas do you have?" "One!" Creed replied as he stuffed several energy bars into his pockets. "But that's for emergencies!" "Just one! You've gotta be kidding me. Armas take zero space and can be reused over their entire lifetime…" "Pretty convenient, aren't they?"Creed smirked with a tint of jealousy, "unfortunately, they are quite rare too… So until I get some more, I'm stuck with the traditional arrows. Besides, why do you think I have such a huge bag compared to yours?"