Bulma Shoots Goku With A Gun

"You have the hands of a goddess," he rasped, his blood staining my operating table. Even with three bullets in his chest, his grey eyes held nothing but command. He was Damian Volkov, the Bratva's heir, and I was the off-the-grid surgeon who just saved his life. "And you have a bill to pay," I told him, tying the final suture. His laugh was a dark, dangerous sound. "Oh, Doctor. I don't deal in cash." His hand closed around my wrist, not with force, but with the chilling certainty of ownership. "You belong to me now." He dragged me from the shadows of my clinic to his gilded cage high above the Vegas Strip. He thinks he's claimed a simple doctor. He has no idea I'm Evelyn Reed, daughter of a murdered senator, hiding secrets that could burn his entire world to the ground. He wants my submission. My skills. My body. But in this game of secrets and seduction, the most dangerous weapon isn't the gun in his hand. It's the scalpel in mine.

When a mafia princess wanted to live a normal life, a marriage proposal totally changed her. She embraces life being the wife of the CEO, Bryce Hamilton. Hopeful for a happy family of her own, Fabe Everette realizes that a contracted marriage is like pointing a gun in your own head. Only you are too afraid to pull the trigger. But things got out of control when love hit her like a bomb. Fabe endures all the hardship of being his wife, mistreated and belittled by her husband's family. In hope for Bryce to love her back, the way she learned to love him. But after two years of marriage, Bryce filed for divorce for not giving him a baby. His inheritance depends on it, and it's part of their deal. Fabe raveled in her own foolishness and left. "Loving you is my hell! And I don't want to burn again," Fabe looked straight into his eyes and walked away. She has fooled once and never again. Where the game of rejection and revenge wins, will love prevail in the world of guns?

Walang hinangad sj Rome Saavedra kung hindi ang mapagsilbihan ang lalaking umampon sa kanya. Ang kaparehong ama-amahan na nag-aruga sa kaniya nang mapulot siya nitong pagala-gala sa kalsada ng Reiti, Paso. Para gawin iyon ay kailangan niyang tanggalin ang kahit anong bumabalakid sa plano nito, at isakatuparan ang isang misyong buong buhay niyang pinaghandaan at ipinangakong gawin. Armed with skills and a hunger to be loved back, Rome pointed his sniper gun to the old man who was silently drinking his coffee while reading the early newspaper. It was such a beautiful morning. Pero paano kung kakalabitin na lang niya ang gatilyo ay biglang bumukas ang pintuan ng pinagkukublihan niyang kwarto kasunod ng mahigpit na pagyapos sa kanya ni Margaux Montenegro - ang anak ng milyonaryong dapat niyang paslangin? Anong unang mamamatay? Ang milyonaryong matagal na niyang plinanong paslangin? O ang puso niyang hindi sinasadyang magmahal nang lubos?

Eto ay isang kuwento ng babaeng naipakasal sa isang bilyonaryong may edad sa pamamagitan ng shot gun wedding na kagagawan ng kanyang gusapang ama. Ngunit ang babae ay may lihim naman paghanga sa lalaki noon pa man kung kaya naman hindi siya komontra at na excite pa nga itong mmaging asawa ng Bilyonaryo. Ngunit ang kaligayahan sa piniling kapalaran ay hanggang panaginip na lamang pala dahil kailan man ay hindi siya trinayong asawa ng lalaki. Ngunit a kabila ng lahat ng hirap ng katawan at kalooban sa pagsasama at sa klase ng trato sa kanya ng lalaki ay minahal pa rin at sinamba ni Yuna ang asawang si Felix Altamirano. Pero umabot na sa sukdulan ang lahat dahil sa isang mas masakit na katotohanang sumampal sa ilusyon ni Yuna. Wala palang pagasa, nagiilusyun lamang pala siya.

“Are you trying to punish me? I…I don't know how many times I can apologize even if it wasn't my fault that I almost—” “I never asked you to. You do whatever you want, Niya, and I really don't care. Neither should you bother with what I do.” “You're hurt. You're hurt, Alex, and you're acting out. Don't worry we could talk this through. This isn't you.” I try to reach him again but he shoots me a deadly glare that pierces through my skin like a dagger. “Sure it is. You've just never seen me like this. You don't know what I look like when I'm not in love with you,” his brows grow together. “Now we’ve had enough of your drama. You'll find the papers and enjoy the party or use the fucking door.” He pulls away and my eyes cloud again. My ears and heart find it hard to process what is actually going on. The looks on their faces tell me it is awfully too late—I have already lost everything. “Niya, careful now,” my grandmother slowly tugs at my arm as if that will somehow make everything better. “We have guests. Don’t cause a scene.” A scene? I have literally just seen a whole movie, ma. ************* My name is Niya Kendrick. I’m 25, an author who once believed she had the perfect life. But how quickly can everything I love be stripped away in the blink of an eye? Or worse, what if the life, the family I’ve cherished has always been a blatant lie, a mere fragment of the truth? Now, I’m awake, and reality is far harsher than any dream.

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

"You're a woman. Where's your brother? I would like to talk to him." She rolled her eyes, raising her pistol at him, fear crossed his hazel eyes. "Being a woman doesn't make this gun any less deadly. So if I were you, I would watch what I say because, to me, your life means nothing," Natalia told him firmly. "I'll ask you one more time and think about your answer because my patience is running thin. Where is my money?" "I don't have it!" She aimed the pistol to his right leg, pulling the trigger, the silencer made sure no one could hear the shot only his screams. "Where is the money, Michael?" - She is a drug He wants to taste One drop of her Is all it takes To have you addicted Where ever she goes Death follows But he didn't care Since he knew He'd die for her She is fire He'd touch Despite the heat She is a killer But so is he. This woman was both the devil and an angel. -

“You’re mine, and mine only,” Dominic growled as he pinned me to the wall. The cold nozzle of his gun traced the curve of my cleavage, making me suck in a deep breath. “If any man so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’ll blow his fucking brains out. Is that clear?” “Yes, Dominic,” I yielded in a whisper, despite the voice in my head screaming at me not to, “I’m yours.” _____________ Mila Parker’s seemingly ordinary life spirals into a nightmare when she is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold to the Italian mob to settle his debts. Now, falling into the hands of Dominic Silvetti, the ruthless don of the Italian mafia, she is roped into a world of danger, power and desire like she has never seen before. Dominic is a man who takes what he wants, and what he wants is Mila, body and soul. No matter how hard she fights, Mila is unable to resist the pull of the man determined to consume her whole. But as she tastes more of the darkness in Dominic’s world, Mila is left to decide; Completely submit to the ruthless mafia king or run for the hills and never look back?

"You think I'll let you go, sweetheart?” He caught the gun from her effortlessly and spun her in his arms, holding her captive once again as he chuckled into her ear, tilting her chin up with the barrel of the gun. “I clipped your wings for a reason. There’s no way back once you enter my world.” *** When an unfortunate incident in the family brings Matsyaa Rathore into the land of the royals, the last thing she expects is catching the eye of the notorious crown prince and becoming his untamed fantasy. His obsession has turned her life into a nightmare. Control slips out of her hands and she finds herself trapped in twisted games of power. To end this madness, she does everything to resist him, challenge him and fight him. Just about all she must not be doing. They say Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is God for his people, and this time, the ‘God’ wants Matsyaa—all for himself. Amidst building tension and deep-rooted hatred, will Matsyaa be able to free herself from the dangerous royals, or will Ranvijay capture her for the rest of her life in his mystical lair?

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.