Ava Gun Of Fire Novels & Stories

“Then she can't either.” Her finger trembled on the trigger. “You are mine.” Her eyes were wild. “Only mine.” Louis slowly stood up. “Give me the gun.” His voice carried a quiet threat. Siana laughed weakly. “I love you so much.” Her eyes looked empty. “And you don't care at all. Her breathing became uneven. “Fine.” She smiled strangely. “Then I will take you with me.” Her finger started pulling the trigger. “I can't live without you.” Tears streamed down her face.

(On my mark. Stephanos pressed himself into a seam of rock where the gallery doglegged. Through a handspan of space he saw only fragments—the plane of the gunner’s jaw; the slick cylinder of the barrel; the wet mouth of the tunnel downrange. He put his knuckles into his mouth until he tasted iron. The generator note deepened. Somewhere, a relay clicked like a priest closing a book. “Feuer.” (Fire.) The APG spoke.

Austin raised his foot, ready to stomp on it. Just then, a tender child's voice echoed, "Let it go!" A whooshing sound followed as a stream of water hit Austin. Never underestimate Vincent's small water gun. It had been specially modified and was named the Cannon Water Gun. From the name, its power could be imagined. The water gun had a red "+" button that turned into a high-pressure water gun when pressed. The effect was similar to the red "+" button on Ambrose's wheelchair. Austin let out a scream as a sudden powerful force sent him flying.

I was the one who suggested Enzo the guns be repaired and rebranded as ours instead of letting all the investment go to waste. I took precise aim and fired the weapon. The gun roared to life, sending a constant spray of bullets hurtling through the air toward the intended target. The gun's recoil shook my body with each shot, its energy pulsating through me like a conscious force. Pablo watched intently as I fired the gun, his eyes scanning the weapon for any signs of malfunction. "Looks good," he said, nodding in approval. "What about the others?" Moving on from the Kalashnikov, I picked up the next firearm on the table, a smooth and stylish shotgun. I examined it closely, checking the safe

Mark laughed, “you might be able to shoot one of us, but not all simultaneously.” "You willing to put your life on the line ?" Angela faintly smiled. She then turned the gun to the side, “in case you haven't noticed, this is semi-automatic. Now, did you see my brother, or are you bluffing?" "And why would I tell you." "This is why." Angela fired two shots into the bodyguard's shoulders, and the bullet exited from the back. It was less than three seconds, and both guys were on the ground screaming. “I never mentioned this is a Sig Sauer 9MM 124GR JHP V-with Elite Performance Ammunition 20RDS. It shoots out a Jacketed Hollow Point. How much more do gou want to piss me off, Mark? This next shot

Thankfully, I listened to Hurricane's advice and changed every single car in my fleet to custom made, bullet proof brands. Tariq's voice comes over the speakers, "Get in formation! Everyone, get in formation! We're backfiring in five seconds." I stare at the gun in my passengers' seat, and memories of blood and death assail me. I haven't touched one of those since I left that life behind. But my woman lies unconscious in there. Anger tightens my veins. Heads must roll. I pick up the gun and pull the safety. "...two…one…fire!"

I dig through my pocket and find two pain pills, I chase that with whiskey before closing my eyes. I’m up before the sun, dressed in all black. I strap my gun to me and head for the garage. Slick hands me the keys to the truck, “Remember kid, we’re all just soldiers in a war we probably won’t win. But in the meantime it doesn’t hurt to try. We’re not all bad.” i nod my head and take off. I follow the gps up a broken road into the mountains. Smoke starts to appear over the hill. A small cabin hides carefully in the distance. My heart pounds in my chest as two dogs alert everyone to my arrival. My target opens the door. “Hey, are you my ride?” i nod my head slowly and carefully reach for the g

They had some recovery of past memories. “Do you remember that day my mum almost caught you in our house?” she asked. “God!!, that day was like hell I swear”, he rebuked, using his finger tips to express that. Do we actually know about the day Ella was talking about?...... One very sunny afternoon, a secret agent dispatched like a rider to the house of the client. It was a mission underwent due to the level of it’s secrecy. The agent had not disguise, he had no mask, no gun, no arms of any kind. The only sustainable arm or weapon he had was feeling towards the client. Ekaris being the agent had already planned with Ella who was the client on their plans. Time to operate and time to end the o

Angel responds with an eye roll , "He's used to my presence, it won't be a problem." "It better not," I murmur and when I stand in front of Eros, I clap once to get his attention. He jumps and swallows, clearly nervous as hell, "Alright, Angelou. Let's start." I turn to the array of different guns and use my new knowledge on gunnery to grab a Glock 9mm and get it ready. Damn, I’m sure I look cool as shit doing this.