Body Shot Novels & Stories

Marcello opened his mouth to scream, but the sound never escaped his lips. *Bang!* The shot echoed through the alley like thunder, silencing everything. Marcello’s body jerked violently as the bullet tore through him, and then, as if in slow motion, he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, mixing with the coppery scent of blood. Vivian’s stomach churned violently as she witnessed the scene unfold. She had seen enough. Too much. The sight of Marcello’s body hitting the ground, the sound of the gunshot ringing in her ears—it was all too much.

But luckily Grayson reacted by knocking Amber flat against the floor, pinning her beneath his body as a hail of gunfire sprayed over their heads. Morte and Bad Santa returned fire in the direction of the shot had come from. Amber covered her ears and tried to breathe beneath Grayson. He was crushing her as he used his body to shield hers. Another body hit the floor around them. Amber saw Morte, his deformed jaw flopping grotesquely against the floor as his whole body convulsed. He flopped around like a fish out of water.

Squeeze. The first shot was deafening. The bullet took a lumbering man in the forehead. His head snapped back, and he dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, a dark hole blossoming between his eyes. The second shot, the third. Each report was a physical shockwave in the confined space of the bridge. I was shooting so close I could see the individual pores on their rotting skin, see the surprise in their milky eyes a microsecond before the bullet erased it. They fell with a wet, final squash, their bodies sprawling, spraying black, coagulated blood across the asphalt. It was disgusting, a visceral horror that never got easier.

As they rose high in the sky, he checked his man. One gunshot in the leg. Damn it all to hell. He thought grimly and glared at the young lady huddled in the far seat. There were things worth getting shot for, but saving someone like her wasn't one of them. The other team members had already started emergency first aid. Asher moved back to give them room. He picked up a headset and motioned for Kimberly to do the same. "I need to get my man to a doctor" he told her, speaking into the attached microphone.

Malum and Reggae, along with their last bodyguard, two of them passed away, already reach out to the back doo Mahone empties his chamber, too, he shoots the bodyguard in his left arm, then slowly turns to the lying body on the floo The game of bullets now sto Lynn sits down beside her, breathing hard. He puts a hand on her shoulder and whispers, "Sam She is staring in disbelief at the red blood dripping from the back of his head, moving steadily on the cement ground. His black eyes are opened, not twinkling anymore because of the light, they won't ever twinkle again. His both hands are extended on the floor, they won't ever hold a pen again and make a kingdom of words on the papers. His left

" Those stupid assholes, they can't even fire a proper shot" The rest of them stood up from the ground, immediately the shooters had fired the shots, they had pretended to have gotten killed by the bullets, like professional actors, they had fallen to the ground in slow motion, underneath thier clothes, they were all wearing the black robes of the undead and it was bullet proof. " If they had fired a proper shot at your head, you won't be alive to say what you're saying" Denisa retorted. " You shouldn't even be here with us, you're thirteen, even though you're in an adult's body, you're thirteen!!"

“Might as well get it over with.” Mouth cracking open in a feral scream, Mott pulls the trigger. At the last microsecond, Banks tries to duck, which only means the buckshot liquifies her head instead of her upper torso. Everything she’d been, every thought and dream, splashes on the bland wall as so much meat. Her headless body flops down, left leg twitching merrily.

Ashley and Eric and all our story's that someone's going to tell at my funeral. When the shot came I just expected that it hit me but the pain wasn't bad. That was all till this mans eyes got wide and his mouth fell open. I watched as his body fell towards me and I let out a screamed.Colton grabbed him before he fully fell on me and threw his body to the side."I'm right here baby." he said.He lifted my body up but I couldn't help but cry from all the pain I was feeling right now.

He looked at me and smiled. “We kill daily.” Ken told me. “What? What do you mean?” I asked Ken, keen to know how we kill daily and who do we kill. “When I fuck you, for example, and ejaculate but the sperms do not meet an egg, they all die. Remember all those are potential human beings dying right inside there…” Ken said and pointed at me where my vagina would be. I just laughed at how crude the joke was.

She broke off into a sprint, rushing towards her heap of black clothes, roaring, “NEVER! I WILL NEVER LET YOU LIVE, YOU GOLD DIGGING SLUT-” Bam! Bam! Bam! I pressed the trigger without remorse or hesitation, and the gunshots echoed around us and rippled through the air, nearly bursting my eardrums. The bullets pierced through Tina’s body, the force pushing her off course, and a blood curdling scream left her. I was inexperienced with guns, so my targets were not specified. A bullet hit her thigh. Another hit her right in the abdomen, and another tore through her shoulder.