I've Got You In My Sights Mga Nobela at Kwento

Being alone made my mind fuzzy, I rinsed my hands, staring at the mirror. I gasped when I saw Kaden behind me, my hands shook. What I fear has come to past. I could not move as I continue to stare at him through the mirror, no one moved.

It was such a nice view, too bad he forgot his camera. He was so focused at watching not until he heard a grunt over his side. He turned over his right side and saw a man got beaten up real hard. He was terrified and was about to run away but as the guy who was beaten up look over to his direction, Primo was frozen at the spot. Those familiar dark orbs met his own pair of ocean eyes. Those eyes that captured his soul, camera could never even get. His eyes run down on his bloody lips and he panicked.

He held my eyes for a long while then let out a dry laughter. “ Do you realize that you will only be on the losing end of this?.” He said with a smirk on his face. I hated that smile. That glow. That satisfaction he had. It made me want to dust it off him and watch him suffer and be sad to just like I am right now. “ Sign the fucking thing, Clinton.” I yelled, pain obvious in my voice and I hated it. Hated that he had to see me in this way. Hated that she had to see me like this too with that smile of achievement on her lips.

the guy asked sarcastically. -I'm just standing guard, don't you know that the girl Tony was holding hostage has escaped," I noticed that he was stealthily moving his hand to his back, where he had his gun. -I know, but it's a little weird for you to be around these parts when you're not supposed to be guarding this area, by the way, what's that you can see over there," he pointed in my direction, I think some of my hair had stuck out from the handful of boards.

Steady, focus, control, pull. I fire and the shot goes straight in the middle of the forehead. Bullseye! Holy shit! I did, I did it, I did it! Hot breath fans the side of my neck and my smile freezes. I look up and find Aamon smirking down at me. "See? I knew you had it in you, fire cracker." Wait, when did we go from four eyes to fire cracker? Why is he giving me pet names whe-

With precision, I raised my own firearm, aiming it unwaveringly at his head, freezing him in his tracks. He turned towards me slowly, his eyes the only visible feature under the shadow of his beanie, obscuring his identity. Yet, the surprise and fear in his eyes betrayed his composure. He clearly hadn't expected me to preempt his actions. His own weapon began to lower, but I was already poised to pull the trigger. "Who the fuck are you?" Silence. "Who. The. Fuck. Sent. You?" I repeated, my words cutting through the tension. I kept my gaze fixed on him, ready to react at the slightest hint of aggression or movement.

His fingers were warm against my cold ones, his touch igniting a slow burn that spread through my veins. "And when you aim" he continued, his breath brushing against my ear "focus on the front sight, align it with the rear sight, and the target" As the intoxicating mix of his presence, warmth, and the low, reassuring cadence of his voice washed over me, I found myself instinctively turning my head. Our eyes met, locking us in a gaze that seemed to mute the world around us. His eyes, a captivating blend of warmth and concern, held mine with a soft intensity.

El said in a cold tone. "Hello wake up lunch is ready" El said but Nathan didn't wake up either. El got closer to Nathan and made sure nothing happened to Nathan. "Nathan, wake up," El said, there was no movement from Nathan as a sign that he heard Eleven. "Don't make fun of me, wake up Nathan!" When El touched Nathan, he opened his eyes and stared intently at El. "Don't touch me," Nathan said. "What? Are you crazy? I think you're the deaf one" El says.

“Your eyes leave mine and I’ll stop.” I force my eyes open, my vision slightly swimming as I stare back into his dark, possessive gaze. The dominance in his expression is absolute. He shifts his angle, tilting the nose of the weapon downward, and with a slow, steady pressure, he pushes the tip of the barrel straight inside of me.

His eyes snap fully to mine. A sob catches in my throat. “I’ve got you,” I whisper fiercely. “I’m right here. I’m not letting go.”​