Novel & Cerita Body Shot

Aim straight for his chest. And pull the trigger. BANG! Blood splatters. His body jerks violently. Then collapses backward. Dead. Silence. Heavy and absolute.

Bianca’s face whitened. “ His…his body?” she whispered. “He’d been shot in the head. Execution style,” growled Barry. As the women continued to stare at him in dawning shocked comprehension, Barry tapped the area between his bushy brows. “Here. A single shot.”

I sighed, and went into the bathroom for a hot shower, before panic and frustration set in. The bathroom was just as grand as the rest of the room. The room seemed to be cast in a white marble, with a huge stone bathtub, and a standing shower next to it. There was an ornate counter, with golden spouts on the sinks. The mirror had a huge golden frame with filigree at the edges of the frame. I slipped out of my clothes, and turned on the faucet in the shower. I turned the water as hot as I could handle, and stepped in. I let the hot water run down my back, and soothe my muscles. The shower was stocked with fine soaps and shampoos.

"Especially for you. This bullet will be unleashed soon." "DAD!" The gunshot echoed loudly, accompanied by a collapsing body drenched in blood.

On my shoes. My eyes squeeze shut. My stomach flips again. When I look up, his shirt is gone. And the sight hits harder than it should. His body is solid, carved like it was built for violence. Muscle shifts under tan skin as he moves. His abs tighten with every breath. Old scars mark him in places, faded but deep, and fresh blood smears across his right pec where the bullet tore through. None of it ruins him. If anything, it makes him look more real. More dangerous.

James did not move an inch, he was frozen by his anxiety and fear. After a few seconds, Wolf swung his hand with precision and fired a shot in Buggy's direction. A bullet pierced through the young man's chest, causing him to jerk and land to the ground with an arm held across his chest and his blood flowing through the floors. He was dead.

she smiled and closed her eyes to receive the death. He pulled the trigger, SHOT

He can just return it, there's no need to kill him over that. The air was filled with the staccato rhythm of gunshots. I inhaled sharply, the sound racketed in my ears. I saw his body collapsing on the floor like it was never alive. Blood. Blood. Blood. So much blood gushed out of the bullet wounds. The men around the body were composed, comfortable as if they have seen a million dead bodies before and I'm sure they had. Craziness and darkness dripped from all of their eyes.

Camila behind Boss believe blood will be spilled, this will probably be her last night. Boss smiled. "Boys, let's not draw attention to ourselves, huh?" By attention he meant the police. "I bet Blackshot is just having fun in the dressing room." Boss pointed towards the dressing room making all Blackshot men face that direction. But everything happened so fast when a gun was fired and Blackshort so called hefty leading man landing hard on the ground. Boss had pull his trigger making his shot at his left eye. The bar became a field of gun shots and dead bodies.

The room stills when I walk in. Except him. Bones keeps going, oblivious, thrusting like it's his last ride. The girl's moaning, screaming his name. I draw my gun. When Bones roars with release, the first bullet rips through the back of his skull. The second tears through his neck. The third sprays what's left of his brains against the wall behind the bar in a thick, wet arc. His body collapses onto the whore. She screams, scrambling back like she thinks she can outrun the blood.