Ava Gun Of Fire Novels & Stories

He drew his shotgun, killed three men, and dragged Darren safely into cover behind the box. You don't make life simple, princess," he murmured with a sly glint in his green eyes and a little grin on his face. To what end did she seek to strike him? At the height of the Cancan, a truck-mounted machine gun opened fire, slicing through the crowd like a hot knife through butter and killing dozens of men. Most of the SteamPunks had crouched down for cover, but we all sprang to our feet as soon as the machine gun fire subsided.

Initially, he gave in but after noticing the many weird looks he got from people, he just picked Ava up to carry her in his arms instead. "I've gotten better at this you know." She told him when they arrived in the gun room. The walls were littered with different artillery, suitable for any situation. Ava picked up her favourite - a gold plated handgun, engraved with her name on the handle. "Yeah? Show me." Lucas gestured to the shooting range they had and walked in, holding his own gun. At first she missed the target by a few millimetres but then she hit it every time. Her face was focused on the target. Ava's shooting was just as good as her fighting, if not better.

I would forever have memories of blank darkness in place of the terror the rest of the party felt. Later, I would view the security footage and see what had happened. I would see the gun sliding slowly out the window of the unmarked car, the flash of white on the screen as the gun went off, and the four bullets flying through the air as they came at us. One of the bullets hit the doorman, killing him instantly. The second bullet hit me in the side, missing vital organs by a slim centimeter. The third bullet hit the building and ricocheted back onto our car. The fourth bullet grazed Callie's arm and shattered a potted plant standing innocently at the door, guarding the entrance to the buildin

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.

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

Across the room, Kael exploded toward me. The distance between us vanished almost instantly. I didn't hesitate. I raised the gun. And fired. The first shot cracked through the room. Then another. And another. I kept pulling the trigger. I didn't pause to aim. I didn't pause to breathe. I fired because if I stopped for even a heartbeat... He would reach me.

Her face darkened, the amusement gone from her eyes. "You should know by now, I don't do last chances." She raised her gun, her finger hovering over the trigger. Arnulfo didn't blink. "Me neither." A shot was fired, but neither of them was the source. The sound was followed by both sides shouting, and Carla and Arnulfo automatically dived for cover as the firefight picked up again. The fragile peace they had shared for those brief moments was smashed to pieces.

“You know what this is?” “No, but I’m sure you’ll bore me to death about it.” "It's an anesthesia gun. It can be compelling." "A bullet is more powerful, kid." I put my window up and drove out of the property. I had some sort of company meeting, but I didn’t give two f-cks about V Corp and their nonsense strategies. My actual meeting was with Fire. We needed to plot the next attack, which would be the last if all went well.

While rushing for Chantal, Gage took cover as an RPG sailed out of the veiled mist and clipped the front of the ambassador’s ride, flipping it in a concussive explosion. “Fuck!” Lucius yelled. “Take out the fucker! Gannon!” Gage knew who the next target would be and rose, surging towards Chantal’s suburban. Not caring about bullets flying, he leaped over bodies and rolled through debris, mowing down tangos as he charged for his principal. Wielding an SR-25 Precision Fire Rifle, Gannon took off in the opposite direction, dodging bullets as he dove into the bush. If he stayed alive, the sniper would stop the shoulder-launching shithead from launching another anti-tank missile at Chantal’s vehi

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.