Gunpowder Gamble Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

Adian POV I twisted and turned on my bed unable to sleep. It's not like I didn't try... but whenever I would close my eyes her crying face appeard making me guilty every time. I know i should have controlled myself and didn't act so rashly. But what's done is done.. it can't be undone anymore. I signed again thinking about Jes words.... How can I call this love when it has been only few days since I met her... I don't know if she is my soulmate or not or this feelings can be given a name but I know for sure that I'll make her mine..... "Amara.... You're mine and only mine" I mumbled myself and dozed off to sleep.

"Showtime for phase two." He grabbed a clay ball off his belt, one of Master Willem’s handy little nightmares, packed with smoke and confusion powder. He chucked it into the middle of some supply tents. Bam, blinding white smoke exploded everywhere, guards stumbling like drunks, coughing and tripping over themselves.

She needed a reason to accept what she was becoming. The second strike targeted a weapons cache Marco’s people had found in Queens. They took everything they could move and destroyed the rest. The third strike hit a gambling operation used to clean Bratva money. They walked away with almost two million in cash. That money would now fund the war against Alexei and his people.

Chu Xun said. "We will do whatever it takes to kill you." Scarlet Siren's face hardened into an expression of hatred. Chu Xun struggled to stand up but failed. "Interesting." Chu Xun grinned wickedly. Lord of Healing said, "Save your strength. This is a special concoction named Destiny. I found it from an ancient tome. There is no antidote. Even the Gold Immortal Realm couldn't change his destiny if he gets poisoned." "Destiny?" Chu Xun showed an evil smile. "It's really a good name. Does it tell me to give up the desire for survival?"

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Nearly two hours later Gunner was slamming the button home, taking Khyle out with head shot after head shot in the fiercest first person shooter game they'd played yet. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Instead, he walked to a polished walnut cabinet, unlocked it, and drew out a single object: a sleek, nickel-plated revolver. My breath hitched, but I didn’t move. He opened the cylinder, showed me the six empty chambers. From his pocket, he produced a single, golden bullet. He slid it into a chamber, spun the cylinder with a smooth, practiced flick of his wrist, and snapped it shut. The final, metallic click echoed in the silent room. He placed the gun on the low table between us. “A final gamble,” he said, his voice eerily flat. “My life against your mercy. One chance in six. If the chamber is empty when I pull, you stay another day. We keep playing. If it fires… my interference ends. Perma

(Polly) “it’s okay…if I can help..I help…eat up…after this we will head over and meet up with your clansmen…” Surely she has been mulling over this problem for a long time. She only meet me once, but after her misfortune clearly I was the last hope that she have ever had. I’m actually have been waiting for her, what she said in the battlefield has stuck inside my head for so long, Ted Mountain Dwarves were the expert in Fantasma firearms. They were the only races according to my research, that are dabbing in the art of black powder, their implementation and inventions of making a weapons that involved in the use of black powder were far wide famous. They made musket and all sort of exploding

Hours had passed and we arrived at Frain’s hideout. His stares was different from the one that we saw. His eyes were different, his angers disappeared. Those stare shows sweetness. “I’ve been expecting you, Destiny.” But that didn’t move me. I know how he manipulate his emotions. At that I shouted, “Listen to me, Destiny is not here. I’m not her!” He was surprised. I saw him mouthed feisty. He stood up from his place and slowly he drew his sword. I could hear the tip of it scratching the ground as it makes sparks.

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?