Body Shot Novelas e Histórias

“That’s right people! The rules have changed. If none of you gets more than eighty points then you’re all out!” Great. That means I can only miss one of my shots. I take in a deep breath and face my target. This time, there are no stationary green glass bottles to be blasted. Instead, what awaits us are moving targets in the shape of abstract human silhouettes. We must aim for the vital organs; the head, the lungs and the heart. In a way, they are preparing us for the worst. The use of a firearm is deadly and our shots need to stop our threats for in the world of the supernatural, it’s either kill or be killed.

Another body. The last two of that group try to flank him. One gets a shot off that grazes Connor’s side—I see the fabric rip and blood well up—but Connor doesn’t slow. He grabs the shooter’s wrist, twists until the bone breaks with a sick pop, then uses the guy’s own body as a shield when the final man fires. Bullets punch into the dying guy’s back. Connor shoves the corpse forward, closing the distance, and drives his fist straight through the last one’s chest. Literally through. Ribs give. The man’s eyes go wide, then glassy.

Lawn asked. As he finished speaking, a sudden, deafening gunshot echoed through the room, the sound reverberating off the walls. The bullet found its mark, striking Richard with brutal force. He didn't crumple to the ground instantly; instead, his body convulsed involuntarily from the impact, a look of shock and pain contorting his features. In a split second, Lawn and I instinctively dropped to the ground, seeking cover as the relentless gunfire continued to fill the air with its terrifying sound without mercy. The barrage seemed never-ending until it suddenly ceased.

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Marco dragged the body behind the woodpile like it weighed nothing. Inside the cabin, a single lamp glowed in the living room. The second guard was slumped on the couch, boots on the coffee table, snoring over a half-eaten sandwich. Marco put one suppressed round of bullets through his temple. It happened so fast, the body didn’t even twitch.

As much as I wanted to decline because it felt wrong, I didn’t want to cause more trouble. I took a deep breath. I chose my wrist. That seemed like the safest place. The man grinned at me. My gaze drifted past him, and I saw Pierce, emotionless, just watching us. I quickly averted my eyes. "Body shot! Body shot!" Everyone shouted. I closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them, this nightmare would be over. As I kept my eyes shut, I heard the man drinking the shot. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder when I heard a loud, unpleasant thud.

I pulled the trigger. The shot was a deafening blast in the confined space, it echoed and re-echoed through the factory, drowning all sound. Silas’s eyes widened, a look of shocked disbelief on his face, before his body went limp. He collapsed, crumpling to the floor with a dull thud. A dark stain bloomed across his chest, spreading fast, soaking his shirt.

There had been nothing of the male’s body left to the imagination. The low-cut neckline displayed his bare pecks and abs down to his belly button. While the slits in the sides bared both of his hip bones and the vast expanse of his thick thighs and lean calves. Two sheer layers covered his ‘undesirable equipment,’ which did nothing to conceal his soft cock and small balls from leering eyes. The back of the garment wasn’t much better. It was constructed to cover his shoulders only to have a cut-out that opened in the middle of his back and down to his ass crack, exposing his lovely dimples -which accented the creamy freckled flesh- at the base of his spine directly above the swell of his ampl

Neal stopped dead in his track when he noticed a group of people surrounding something in front of the medical shop near his clinic. There were police also, searching here and there and asking questions to Mr. Ford, the medical shop owner. Neal walked further to take in the scene before him. There was a expensive car which is now destroyed and its all glasses were shattered. What made him shocked was the man leaned towards the steering wheel. It wasn't a man resting from tiredness. It's a dead body! The man looked about 53, wearing a black suit which is now covered in blood. He was shot in the head. His face covered in blood. Neal shivered and looked away. Violence is not his thing.

He’d been so in his own head, he missed one. “Shoot!” grunted Axel, whose glimpse of hope had him fighting to get to his feet on a bad leg. “Shoot the fucker!” Nico’s hold on Elena tightened. “What you waiting for, damn it! Shoot!” Fingers grazed the trigger. A loud thud echoed from behind the man, and down went the goon, flat on his face, a large red hole spotting the back of his head. Zayne strolled in, stepping over the body in a black long coat and matching briefcase like it was just another Tuesday.