I've Got You In My Sights Novels & Stories

"My love..." "You will not murder everyone who wants to harm me... I know you want to show that no one can mess with me but you will not do irrational things..." Luna had said it without even allowing the king to excuse what she had seen, he simply positioned himself in the bed and glanced at the bird, who seemed to be observing the situation

I warned, "I am the one holding the gun, be aware." His chest vibrated a bit at my pointless threat as he positioned my arms straight and in the correct direction, at a safe distance from my body, "Also, you are squinting the wrong eye, you need to focus the aim with your dominant eye, it's the one lining up with the hand holding the gun," He explained, showing how inaccurate my current path of sight is.

Vee, I’m willing to use my death as a means to end these mistakes and return you to your peaceful life. Vee, Vee, Vee, Vee, Vee. I simply insist on chanting your name, hoping to embed it firmly into my memories so that it will follow me into the netherworld.

I just dropped the bag I was carrying on the floor and I was the one who removed the guitar hanging behind him. I was staring at him and so was he. "Do you really see me now?" His breathing was fast and shallow, intently staring at me. "This is a miracle," I murmured, the pad of my thumb touching the piercing on his soft lips and my gaze memorizing every feature of his face. "I don't know what happened. But I just suddenly saw you. I see you, my Rockstar." I heard the bedroom door click after Rupert closed it. He slowly approached the bed and lowered me there. Then, he was quick to strip off his clothes and I watched him hungrily.

Gunshot. Directly at me.

“Breathe slowly. Don’t panic. Feel the weight. I’m here with you, baby. You won’t fail.” He pulled the trigger and fixed the gun towards the target.

“Still...” “Lexi?” “Hmm” “Rosaline?” “What?” “Can you fall in love with me a little bit more?” “Huh. What are you talking about?” “Nothing. I just want you to love me a little bit more.” “What made you say that?” “When you blush and squirm in my arms, I get lots of ideas.” “Huh?” “I remember your eyes had lit up seeing the 1967 Camaro in this garage. One day, I will make you scream inside it.”

He aims and pulls the trigger. *************************************************************

Giving him the middle finger, I pull the trigger. ******************************************

If I stayed out here any longer then I’d struggle to see the target. Bang…a direct hit. That’s better, I feel better now. More focused again. As soon as I place the gun’s safety back on, Lobo comes running towards me into the meadow clearing. Bending over, I give my trusted companion a scratch behind an ear, which he laps up.