Concealed Carry Bible Case Novels & Stories

I prefer my Glock. We head upstairs and Moon gives me the combination to a large hidden gun safe that's behind one of the bookcases. "I'll have 9mm rounds and magazines placed in here too. I carry a .45 and so does Alex, so we've never had use for the smaller rounds up here."

As I slide it open, instead of condoms, I see a freaking handgun inside. “What the fuck?” My breath catches in my throat as I gingerly pick up the firearm, confused. Why the hell would this thing be in a bedside drawer? It takes me a second to realize there is no magazine in it. Raylan has taught me that much. I tilt my head to see what else is here and yes, the ammunition is stored in a separate box with a number lock on it. That’s good. Of course, Mikolaj wouldn’t be careless about it.

I whispered. I allowed the silence to draw a bit longer. Neither of us said anything. --- When Morgan left to join Mack and Rowe for the emergency strategy meeting, I remained behind. I knew what the others would say. They’d want countermeasures. Patrols. Drones. Firepower. But what we needed was finality. I unlocked the steel drawer beneath the cabinet and retrieved a sealed case. Inside, cushioned in velvet, was a custom .45 I hadn’t touched in years. Beside it, one bullet. Hollow point. Engraved with a serial number known only to me.

“Inside. Both of you.” We ducked into a nearby safehouse, the warmth hitting like a slap. Roman dropped the case onto the table, snapping the latches open. Inside was… not what I expected. It wasn’t weapons. It wasn’t explosives. It was a thick, leather-bound book — old, the edges charred and curling. Kellen frowned. “All that trouble for a book?” Roman’s face stayed unreadable, but his eyes… there was something there. Something I didn’t like.

She let out a shaky breath, "But seeing as we’re stranded in the middle of goddamn nowhere, I guess I’m just supposed to sit here and tough it out, right?" I swallowed hard, without saying a word, I turned on my heel, walking toward the bedroom without a backward glance. I pushed open the door to the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, I knelt, pushing aside the rug to reveal a small, concealed compartment in the floorboards. Inside was a matte black case, no bigger than a laptop, secured with a fingerprint lock. My hand hovered over it for a moment as I swiped my thumb across the sensor. The case clicked open with a soft hiss, revealing a sleek, untraceable satellite phone—custom-built, encryp

"Yes. But you can't just walk in and start making accusations. You need to rebuild your presence first, remind everyone who you are. Then you can go after Mouse." Sloane reached into a case beside him and pulled out several items. First, a shoulder holster with a sleek black handgun. "Your usual carry piece. Glock 19, modified trigger, hollow points. You're licensed for it, perfectly legal to carry." I took it, feeling the weight in my hand. It felt familiar in a way that was unsettling—muscle memory I didn't consciously possess guiding my grip. Next came a knife in a leather sheath. "Ka-Bar tactical. You always kept this in a boot sheath. Again, legal to carry, but in the Pit, it sends a me

She knew what she was looking for, and locating her weapon of choice took only a minute. "What about that one? Can I try it?" She asked as she pointed down into the case. "That's a good choice," the guy said. "That is a .357 revolver. Most women like the snub-nosed .357 for concealed carry if you want to try that one." Juliet shook her head. He pulled out the one she had originally pointed to and placed it on the glass. After picking out a few targets, some standard but mostly the ridiculous ones of zombies and clowns, Matthew paid for their rentals, the targets, and the ammo for each gun, much to her displeasure.

I smiled as I quickly rolled my eyes behind my closed eyelids so that he wouldn't see it, "I'll try not to stress about it. I really do highly appreciate you all taking care of things for me again." "Everyone deserves a break now and then. Especially you. Now, this is from both Bet and I," Mr. Kurtz reached behind a small pile of stacked square bales and pulled out a saddle holster that he had hidden. I tightly furrowed my brows in confusion as I shifted my gaze between the saddle holster and the man who reminded me of the happier version of the man painted in American Gothic. Mr. Kurtz started chuckling softly, "It's not empty, there's a semiautomatic 12 gauge inside ....."

she conceded. “Here,” he held out one of the knits. It was of a loose, thin, stretchy material. He grinned in delight when it fit over her stomach. “As if custom made,” he approved. That was a slightly disturbing thought. “Here,” Talen put a belt around her waist with a holster that strapped around her thigh. “This is a drop-leg holster and is probably the easiest for you to use,” he told her. “As is this,” he selected a gun from the bench. “This is a Glock 19. It’s semi-automatic, with no external safety and minimal recoil. It is a matter of point and shoot,” he stood behind her, placing it in her hands and guiding her to that motion. “And that is all. It goes in here,” he helped her place

He pressed his thumb against a discreet scanner hidden in the trim. Click-hiss. A hidden compartment slid out from the undercarriage of the vehicle. Inside, resting on black foam, lay pure devastation. Baek reached in. He pulled out two H&K G36C compact assault rifles, their matte black finish gleaming in the rain. He grabbed a bandolier of magazines. Then, he pulled out a Kel-Tec KSG shotgun, a bullpup pump-action nightmare capable of holding fourteen shells. Ryu’s eyes went wide. "Holy shit."