Johnny Guns Novels & Stories

I swore to myself never to allow my DNA in any of the people's bodies. One thing people fail to know is that killing someone with your hands would show your DNA. The same goes for killing people with your bullet. Yes, we do not kill with our bullets. You may ask how then do we use our guns, it's a mystery. I took out my phone and called Johnny to ask if they were all home. "We all are, except Jack," he said. "Gone to meet his wife," I said. When I accepted Jack back to the team, I had thought of making some security around him. I still didn't trust that wife of his.

Very carefully he stood with his body in front of Jazz who stood motionless looking at the older version of her husband. “You are stupid boy,” John said. “That’s a question of opinion sir.” “I see you managed to grow a pair of balls. But don’t worry you won’t have then for long. I will cut them off before the end of the day.” “I rather to see you try, sir. You always were brave whenever you have a pointed gun.” Jack challenged. “Bastard,” John said lifting the rifle. “You should know, since you started the cycle.” John pulled the trigger. The rifle suddenly jammed.

Let us enjoy. Saying this, Johnny turned back and again extended his hand to touch Amber, but at the same time he heard the sound of several bullets being fired. Johani turned back and saw that all the men were lying on the ground bleeding. Johnny was shocked to see all this and he had nothing left to say. Damon stepped forward from Tashion and said, "Now tell me what you were saying." Johnny went to the door and was about to run away but the demon shot him in the leg and he fell screaming on the ground.

What were the odds that he won’t dispose me the moment he found what he was looking for yet he gave me options. *** The sound of gunshot made me spring out of my bed. I quickly grabbed my revolver from underneath my pillow and rushed out. I heard voices downstairs and slowly tiptoed to Vincent’s room but he was nowhere to be found. I checked his bathroom and walk-in closet but he wasn’t there. “Come downstairs or your boyfriend loses an arm.” Someone said in a singsong tone. I tucked the gun in my sweatpants and covered it with my oversized shirt. I walked downstairs only to see Vincent with blood on his lips.

, Travis growls as he lifts the gun towards Spencer’s face and fires, but a larger figure steps in front of him and absorbs the bullet instead. POP! POP! I gasp when I realize it’s Jonny, and feel my body trembling as a blood-curdling scream exits my mouth. As Jonny’s body slowly slumps to the ground, I grab the gun from the back of his waist and fire it off at Travis. POP! The bullet hits him right in the middle of his forehead and he too drops to the ground with a thud. Spin is down on the ground already, with his hands over the bullet wounds in Jonny’s chest. “Jonny, please. Hold on for me please”, I cried out painfully as blood was covering the shirt he was wearing.

Seven explained as he slowly backs away. "Sure you are. Get em' boys." The guy commands and they all follow his command like loyal dogs. They obviously did not care if he had a gun or not. Seven put his gun back in his holder while turning and running. He ran down the alley as one alley led to another one.

I didn't have time to think about that because he said something else that took the conversation onto another track. “I got shot once,” He told me, "Years ago, when I was in the army. It was very bad, almost killed me. But after that I left and I got into intelligence work and I've been there ever since." Jonny had been shot? I hadn't noticed any scars on his body. But I guess I wouldn't have noticed, the first time we slept together I was so excited all I wanted to do was make love to him at long last and yesterday he had kept his clothes on during our sex game. I was pretty sure when he took his shirt off and gave it to me I hadn't seen any scars. But I wasn't looking for it.

Then he nodded imperceptibly and stepped to one side so that Connor and I could move past him. The entire time, Johnny’s hand was on his abdomen, level with the single fastened button on his jacket. Never more than five inches from his gun. I shuddered.

It seemed as though things weren't really going well. I didn't know how long it took him, but he finally follow my voice getting to where I was. Johnny was the one with the gun, and the moment he noticed me, his eyes widened in shock. He appeared to losen me, and then tried his best to ensure that I was safe. I didn't care about the way things supposed to go, all I knew was that things would get better now that he was here.

“Oh my god.” He leaned forward again, just watching the screen. “They’re... dancing. Is that normal?” “They’re moving a lot,” the tech said. “But they look great. Want to know the sexes?” Alli looked at Johnny. “Do we?” He nodded quickly. “I need to know if I need more guns.” She laughed. “Okay. Yeah. Tell us.” The technician clicked a few buttons, adjusted the view. “Baby A is... a boy.” Johnny whooped. “Yes! John’s gonna have a brother!”