Cupid With A Gun Novels & Stories

“What do you mens by... You don’t have the gun?” Ciara? Was she in the middle of the gun fixation?

He lifted it and smiled. “Paperweight.” “It’s so pretty,” she replied. He handed it to her, and her fingers caressed the frame. It was slick and cold to the touch. She pulled the trigger, and a click echoed. “Wow.” “It’s small enough that no one would notice it on you,” he said. She nodded, already in love. Dragging the tip along his face, she moved it until it was on his chest. Her free hand lowered to cup his dick. He gulped, and she edged the gun higher to settle on his Adam’s apple. “Cam.”

He was the most dramatic fuck I've ever met and I was getting tired of this. I pull out my gun and fire it at his feet, twice for each leg. It barely grazes the tip of his expensive oxfords yet he didn't flinch, just gave me an unimpressed look. "You just had to suck all the fun out of everything, don't you?" He sighs and comes over to my desk, pointing at the girl in the picture. "You've obviously heard the rumours going around that Cypher has risen from the dead, right?"

I looked at him and said, "No fairy can grant this wish." Alex bought three more bullets and gave me the gun. "No matter how many times I try, I can't fire a single shot." "Try it." As I picked up the gun and looked at the balloon, Alex stood behind me as our bodies collided, holding my hands that held the gun. When I looked at him, he was so close to me. He looked beautiful with those sharp jaws. "You can watch me later, now focus on the goal." "Which one should I shoot?"

I snarl. Her laugh is low, throaty, maddening. “Too late for that, love.” Something cold and metallic presses into my ribs. I look down. She’s holding another weapon. A small, wicked-looking pistol, already cocked. Her grin widens. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?” The cold press of the gun is sharp, precise, like Celeste herself. Her eyes glitter like broken glass, her breath brushing across my face, sickly sweet and intoxicating in the worst way.

He was pointing a gun at her face. Antonio was pointing a gun at her, what was really happening? She turned back and tried to run but Evander was also pointing his gun to her face too. Okay what was wrong with everybody today? "Frederick, what's going on? Why are you holding a gun?" Capri asked as she was referring to Evander who's backup name was Frederick. "I see there are lots of things you don't know yet miss Capricorn Deloitte so why don't you j

He's gone? The door to the closet suddenly banged and fell, and there I saw the man who I despised the most to. Holding a gun, he pulled the trigger and I felt my eyes widen as my heart began to beat slower. This was what I was anticipating right? To die? To get out of this hell? Then why am I having such regrets? I closed my eyes and waited for the bullet to pierce through me. "Inka" No. Don't. He's playing with you. Close your eyes.

A gunshot ripped into the dark silence, its sound so harsh and sudden it made the air quiver. Catalina De Luca stopped in the doorway, her throat seized. Her fingers clutched the wooden frame, keeping her upright while her big, scared eyes locked on her father. He stood shaking, his lofty form silhouetted against the starless heavens. Smoke rose from the gun still grasped in his hands, the smell of gunpowder curling into the salty breeze. Catalina didn’t recognize him. Once he held the world on his shoulders, but now he felt empty, his suffering leaking through gaps nobody could heal.

I go, smiling like a thief who’s found a treasure and is planning the next heist. Somewhere to the left of us, a new warrior squares her shoulders and refuses to be small. Cupid with claws, I think, smug and sincere. What a naughty, lovely job. Time to sharpen the arrows.

he growls. My phone slips from my grasp, plummeting to the ground with a sickening crunch as it shatters into a hundred pieces. A blood-curdling scream tore from my throat, echoing through the air as my body convulsed in distress. The grip on my hair remains unyielding, anchoring me in place while my limbs tremble uncontrollably. Taking the opening, he slides the gun into my mouth and tilts his head to a side, with his gun filling my mouth, I whimper-cry against it as our eyes meet.