Guns Of Navarone Book Review Novels & Stories

Nero’s voice cut through her hysteria, smooth and cold as a blade slides through silk. “Monsters, is it?” Olivia froze. Her head turned, slowly, toward him. He stood a few paces away, framed by the flickering torchlight. His golden-amber eyes glowed with something unreadable, bitterness, amusement, irritation, satisfaction, all twisted into one. The gun still dangled from his hand, casual, as though it were nothing more than an accessory. He raised it, waving it around briefly, as he gestured towards the bodies of the guards.

Ava made a good choice with her. Ava’s other selection still gave Vescovi pause. He watched Daniel as he charmed the weapons they had to make them lethal to the shadows. The runes on the guns glowed a dull orange. Ebbing and dimming. The motion made their weaponry seem as if they were living, breathing things with heartbeats. Upon impact, the bullets reduced the shadows to nothing; the blades cut through them like paper.

Narvick pleaded as Arnold pointed the gun at him. “Oh, shut up. Bring out those documents and sign them over to me.” “I can’t. They are no longer mine. They belong to my son,” Mr. Narvick spoke in a trembling voice. “Please… drop the gun.” “Oh, you think I’m joking?” Arnold pressed the trigger. A gunshot echoed through the room, sending Mr. Narvick crashing to the ground, cold and lifeless. Arnold froze in shock. He never wanted this to happen because his gun had no bullets. He saw no reason for the gun to fire.

" I looked at him, then at the gun. There were no tears nor any hesitation. I accepted the gun, spun it smoothly, and aimed it at the sky. Bang! The gunshot tore through the clouds, sending a flock of seagulls screaming into the air. I pulled Valentino up and kissed him right on the lips. In a world built on betrayal and lies, I finally found the truth. No dependence. No pleading. Instead, standing shoulder to shoulder. Equals in war. As for Lorenzo and Sofia, the dead did not need to be remembered. They would be washed clean by the waves without a single bone remaining. Me, on the other hand… My voyage had just begun.

Andrew shielded Aspen behind the couch as the once-elegant furnishings exploded into splinters under the barrage. The ambush sent Natasha and others scrambling for cover from their hidden positions. Some of their men were not fast enough, and their agonized screams pierced through the gunfire. Aspen's face paled as the relentless gunfire echoed through the villa. She gasped in disbelief, "That's a heavy machine gun! How could banned military-grade weapons appear so easily in our country?" Andrew's expression turned icy as he replied, "It's possible that these aren't Holtrien's assassins. This kind of indiscriminate firepower reeks of foreign mercenary tactics."

His gun was cocked and ready to let all hell break loose on any unfortunate Ninja that came his way. Unfortunately, the only thing Salvatore saw was a dagger knife flying out of the thick smoke; before he could move, it struck his left arm, and his nose flared. His face flushed. Then the smoke cleared. All the hitmen that had gone before him. They were about seventeen. They all lay on the floor dead. Salvatore could almost feel his blood boiling. “Ahhh!” he screamed and started showering the ninjas with gunshots. The recoil of the AK forty-seven in his arm caused the pain in his left arm to throb more. He pursed his lips, holding the pain inside of him and only releasing it via the nozzle of

I won’t back down, the magnetic pull of my curiosity and the sheer weight of unresolved conflicts propelled me to move forward. That I when I hear the loading of a gun. I swing the door open. “Stop!” My lungs are scorching from the scream, but neither Lorenzo nor Gustav seems bothered, both unfazed. Lorenzo is the one with the gun, Gustav is on the receiving end but a wicked grin pulls on Gustav’s face. “Lower the gun, you don’t have the balls.” Gustav hissed as he takes a step closer to Lorenzo. “You never did and never will.” His eyes turn dark and mysterious as he presses the barrel of the gun to his forehead. Staring straight into Lorenzo’s eyes.

Dante's POV Bruno stood beside me, his eyes scanning the warehouse with vigilance. Crates of guns were stacked open, rows of rifles and handguns laid out inside. Roberto Navarro’s setup was high-grade and well built, boxes of ammunition, explosives, everything in bulk. My uncle was right. He was one of the largest arms dealers in Europe. My uncle’s source said Lorenzo was in touch with him, planning to buy arms to rebuild. That was why this meeting was set up, to get Roberto to turn on him.

The guard completed bowing his head. Amber , Harris and Aspan were restless looking at the features as the Sicilians were their arch enemies. They never allowed them to take Nandini from there but again They were the most dangerous . They knew what would be going to happen. “Take Charge Boys! They stole an asset under my nose. Ah! Ready to hunt down and the real action” Falcone blurted took out his limited esition self designed Fenicottero gun. It had only two nos. One with Falcone and another one with his Most precious person. Only he and Falcoone could handle this weapon.

One down, two to go. If this was in the past, Wade would have thought that Vincenzo wanted to kill him. But now, he didn't. He knew that someone was reproducing the guns on a large scale. The guns were unlike the ones in the military or used by the government. They were powerful and durable. Waterproof and even fireproof. Why was bastard Vincenzo so smart to create such a weapon?