Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

I raised it slowly and aimed at his face. “I really want to fuck you up,” I said, tilting my head. “But I need you to listen first. Running isn’t just stupid. It’s disrespectful. And if there’s one thing I don’t tolerate, it’s disrespect.” The man shook his head, mumbling something I couldn’t understand. Begging, probably. I lowered the gun to his knee and fired without warning. The sound of the shot echoed in the warehouse, followed by his scream. My men didn’t flinch—they knew better.

We started talking about business but at roughly 1 30 am we heard footsteps. And humming. And a sudden burst of singing that made Angelo jump. 'MARY HAD A GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN. A SEXY AK 47. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT MARY WENT MARY WENT THE GUN WAS SURE TO GO. IT WILL MAKE EVERYONE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. IT WAS A GUN OF MURDER.' A song in the same tune of Mary had a little lamb.

We started talking about business but at roughly 1 30 am we heard footsteps. And humming. And a sudden burst of singing that made Angelo jump. 'MARY HAD A GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN. A SEXY AK 47. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT MARY WENT MARY WENT THE GUN WAS SURE TO GO. IT WILL MAKE EVERYONE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. IT WAS A GUN OF MURDER.' A song in the same tune of Mary had a little lamb.

I chuckled and put in my earbuds and played Avenged Sevenfold. "I'll take the one creeping around, you take the one on the mic," I told him and rushed off to hunt. I mentally switched my vision to heat seeking and made my way through the darkness. I heard a man's brief scream over my music and was impressed by Cassian's speed. I looked ahead and could see my target walking around with a gun in his hand. I gritted my teeth and rushed into him, knocking him to the ground. I twisted my upper body and slit his throat. I buried my fangs in his shoulder as the rest of his blood poured from his neck. I'd have to drink quickly to beat the blood rushing out of his wound. I was enjoying my quick meal

It feels like my lungs are filled with water, I couldn’t breath. Is it too late now? I put my right feet forward. Can I go back? I take one step followed by the next. I don’t want to die. I walk faster until I come running. And while I ran I heard a song play, but I guess it should not bother me anymore now that I know I am dead. Stand by Me By Oasis Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day

I sped up the run and I matched him. I opened my window and sing. "AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW THAT, YOU'RE A JERK. A JERK, JERK, JERK. AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW THAT, YOU'RE STUPID A STUPID LITTLE RAT, RAT, RAT." He sped up the run, seemingly hooked on my song. But what I didn't expect, he hit my car. And the hell! I was a little shaken there!

I pulled the gun out from my brother's hand and aimed it at a beer bottle at the other end of the warehouse that was bustling with people, "people don't pay me for messy, brother, they pay me to get the job done and disappear from their lives." I waited for the perfect opportunity, lining up the barrel of the gun with my target. Once I was certain no one would cross my path, I pulled the trigger on my exhale. The bullet cut through the air with speed, eager to meet its target. Not even a second later that glass shattered. No one seemed to be fazed by the sound of the gun going off. It was as if they expected me to test out the gun. Was I becoming predictable? "Your girl wants to get to know

My shoulder slammed into the ground, pain shooting through me, but I didn’t stop. “Run!” James snarled, yanking me to my feet. We sprinted. Bullets whizzed past us like angry hornets. One grazed James’s arm, drawing blood. He didn’t slow down. Another round shattered the glass beside my head, showering me with shards. I felt the sting on my cheek but kept running, dress torn and soaked, silver gun heavy in my hand. A third pursuer rounded the corner. I pulled the trigger without thinking. He dropped.

"I will drive." My driver stopped immediately,handing me the keys without question. I got in without another word,the engine roared to life and I drove straight to the gym. I needed to get the tension out of my system or else I was going to lose control. The moment I stepped into the private section,I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. I needed no greetings or distraction, but the punching bag in front of me waiting. I stepped forward and hit it hard. The impact echoed through the room. Again and again,each punch heavier than the last.