Ava Gun Of Fire Novels & Stories

“Hand over the boy and the drives. I let you live. Refuse, and we paint the water red.” Silas’s answer was a single word: “Fire.” The cannery exploded into violence. Gunfire rattled like hail on steel. Silas’s men dropped low, using crates and machinery for cover. Aiden dove behind a rusted conveyor belt, heart slamming. Silas was already moving fluid, lethal taking out two rappellers with precise headshots before they hit the ground.

You see – I dropped my gun in the bunker in my haste to get here. Swiping his legs, we both fall to the forest floor with me on top of him. Aiden’s face conveys his pure shock when I snatch his gun, jump up, and fire just above his groin. Wasting no time, I then point the gun at Asher and hit him in the abdomen. “HA! SUCKERSSSSS!”. I laugh triumphantly, ready to race off.

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

This shot punches through one of Pink Bunny’s plastic eyes, shattering it, and the furry flops backward, gun clattering to the pavement. Angry Fox spins and yanks the trigger of his rifle, so violently that the barrel jerks up and the first burst clatters over the Mountain’s head. Big Jim pivots on his heel and fires three times at Angry Fox, but the shots sing wide, cracking the rear window of a mini-car.

“Reid! Safety’s on the side—” Reid’s mind snapped into focus. Safety. Right. How in hell had he missed that? His thumb flicked the switch down with a mechanical click. The familiar, deadly readiness of the weapon shifted in his grip. And then he fired. The small but deadly uzi roared to life like an angry beast, spitting fire in short, violent bursts. The shack filled with the choking tang of gunpowder and the deafening percussion of metal slamming metal, that's the closest way to describe what it sounded like, and for the long moments the gun was shooting, Yvette's hands were clasped over her ears, eyes tightly shut.

“Did you want me to take charge? Hm?” Her lips parted, but she didn’t say anything. She just stood there, her body craving me, her mind lost in our game. I lowered my voice, letting the words slip out like a hiss. 'I’m going to take you so hard. But don’t worry, it’ll hurt in the best way possible.' Her eyes lit up with something wild, a challenge, but I could also see a hint of anticipation. She wasn’t pretending anymore; she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I lightly grazed the cold metal barrel over her slit, making her gasp. “I’m going to use my gun on you, Ava. And you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

Out of fright, she had unknowingly pulled the trigger, setting the gun off. “ Shut up. Just shut up. I don't know what he sees in you. Do you even know how to do anything right?” Gary was pissed. He placed the gun in her hands and went out to cool off hoping she would point it at herself and pull the trigger before he came back. He is tired of seeing her. He is tired of her ruining their plans. They were supposed to be in Singapore last week but the trip was canceled because they had to search for her whereabouts. And today? He was supposed to be dealing with Veronica's men whom they caught spying on their warehouse but here he is, teaching her how to shoot a gun. Ava gripped the gun firmly,

"Noooo" Bang. I shoot the teacup Gloria was about to place on her lips, their screams and shattering of the cup fills the air. I point the gun at Gloria herself this time and shoot, it goes directly through her hair, her high bun hair. It leaves a hole in it. Her screams intensifies. I point the gun lower to her chest and I pull the tri—

I grabbed him by the shirt, “You think this is a fucking game? You think I give a shit if she said no? You think her no means a fucking thing in front of me?” He struggled, caught off guard. "You wanna end up like him?" I growled, jerking my chin toward Gerardo who was groaning in the sand, cheek slick with red. Fabio opened his mouth, but I didn’t give him the chance. I pulled my gun. The click of the safety going off snapped the air in half and everyone froze. I pointed the barrel at the sky and fired. BANG. Then again. BANG. The echo tore across the beach. A flock of seagulls exploded upward from the cliffs.

Shit! A last group of men tried to flank us, guns raised. My pulse surged. Ani fired a shot from the gun he conjured out of thin air, and a man went down. Another raised his weapon, but Ani’s hand closed around the barrel like it weighed nothing, snapping it in one motion. A silent snarl escaped him as he stepped through the smoke, pushing past bullets as if they were leaves in the wind.