Jumped The Gun Synonym Novels & Stories

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

Rome never wanted anything else but to please his surrogate father, the man who had kept him when the world turned its back on him. Promising to do whatever his old man wished, he found himself walking inside their enemy line as the ‘wolf in sheep’s skin.’ Until the perfect day to finally kill their nemesis came. With his skill and his gun in his hand, he couldn’t be more ready. ​ But what if the door of the room he was hiding in suddenly opened? Surprised about what happened, he wasn’t able to take his eyes off the beauty that instantly appeared on that door. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the ballerina, Margaux, the only woman in this world he wasn’t supposed to love at all. *** ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission, except where permitted by law. This is a work of fiction. Names characters, businesses, songs, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Book 1 in Russo Series. Loud gun shots echoed all around in the huge mansion. Cold bodies lying unalive on the floor as we walked over those bodies to find her. "Damn! She really is a killing machine." I heard Lorenzo's voice ringing in my ear through the earpiece. He is right. She is a killing machine. The amount of dead bodies we crossed and the way blood is splattered on the floor like water proves it. "Nic behind you!" Shawn warned me in urgency and I turned behind to look at the same girl I fell in love with, heading towards me, blood painting her face. --- Nicolas Russo, is the leader of the black market auction. He owns half of the Italy and people quiver in their boots at the mention of his name. But, a swirling storm, with a name Zyra Lavender stole something very precious to him. It was the audacity of her later on, to go and live right in his mansion with him. She overestimated herself when she thought that she can go on after messing with a man like him. Nicolas does not do forgiveness. He chases, catches, kills and cleans. Now, we have to see, how far can Zyra run? Thank You For Reading.

You never really know if it's dark or if you're actually blind till the blindfold is removed. Niamh Cross's marriage to Caspian Blackwell, the man of her dreams, was going well till she allowed her desperate and homeless cousin, Isla, to come live with them. It started slowly at first, from telling her he wanted them to have separate rooms to denying her access to his room. But it didn't take long for the blindfold to be removed and Niamh saw everything that had been happening under her very nose, in a house bought with her own money. She did what any sane woman would do and with a gun aimed at his head, she forced him into signing both divorce papers and transfer of funds to her name. Caspian didn't know what he had lost till his wife completely left his life and he became miserable. When he found her again at an event, he held her wrist and asked her to come back. But she was with another man already. She looked at him like he was a nuisance and said, "Get down on your knees and beg."

My name is Elena, the principessa with the best marksmanship in the Capello family. In my previous life, I married my fiancé, Leon Newman. However, behind my back, he was involved with his adopted sister, Violetta, for three whole years. They even had a child together. To give her the antique pistol that represented the highest honor in marksmanship, he smashed my right wrist with a steel slide rail. From that day on, I could never hold a gun steadily again. I also lost the qualification to take over the family’s private shooting club and weapons collection business. After being reborn, I didn’t choose Leon again. Instead, I married his uncle, Damien Newman, the current don of the Newman family. I thought I had finally escaped the fate of my previous life. But on the eve of the family’s annual shooting competition, my right wrist was destroyed again. This time, it was Violetta herself who did it. After Damien learned about it, he was furious and personally sent Violetta to prison. I was deeply moved. I thought I had finally chosen the right man in this life. It wasn’t until five years later that I overheard the conversation between father and son in the study. “Dad, back then, you helped Aunt Violetta burn the surveillance footage, gave her a new identity, and married Mom, a useless cripple who can’t even hold a gun steady anymore, all so she could safely leave Sicilia. “Now that Aunt Violetta is back, when are you going to divorce Mom? I want Aunt Violetta to be my mom.” Damien stayed silent for a long time. He rubbed his wedding ring with his thumb before speaking in a low voice. “I won’t. For Violetta’s sake, I already wronged your mother once. In this life, I’ll make it up to her. “She will always be Mrs. Newman. And you are never allowed to say things like that in front of her again.” “But the one you love is clearly Aunt Violetta.” “That’s enough.” My hand froze in midair before it could knock on the door. Chills ran down my spine. In my previous life, Leon destroyed the hand I used to shoot. So, in this life, I thought the man who saved me would be the exception. However, it turned out that even this marriage was just a carefully constructed lie he created for another woman. My husband didn’t love me. And my son, Luca, liked Violetta more, too. If that’s the case, I don’t want you anymore, Damien, nor do I want you, my son.

Nina became friend with Dewey at 13, they got really close over the years and she fell in love with him. At 18, she found out he was his mate, her joy knew no bound but the joy didn't last a day as he rejected her heartlessly. Broken and dejected, she ran into the woods to cry out her sorrow, it was such a painful experience but she didn't expect to meet an handsome man in the wood, she jumped on the man and seduced him to make love with her and he in turn satisfied her to the brim. Ten months later, Nina stood as a slave with her two handsome children by her arms before the most ruthless and aloof alpha king, Roland, who was popularly known for killing his late wife for cheating on him with a slave. His hatred for slaves knew no height, infact, it made him gave an order that slaves are not permitted to give birth to children nor have children lesser than three years old with them. Nina wouldn't allow her babies to be separated from her. About to sentence Nina to a lifetime in the Deungeon for disobeying his order, Nina confessed to him that her twin boys were his. In a world where DNA test doesn't exist, how will Nina prove to him that her twins were for him? Will he let go of his deep rooted hatred for slaves and accept the mother of his children or will he destroy her for disobeying his command?

After Bianca Vale and I were kidnapped at the same time, I watched Evan Pierce choose her. Even the kidnapper stared in surprise. After a long silence, he took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “How did you end up even worse off than me? Your own husband won’t save you. Damn it... why won’t this rope come loose?” In the end, he bit through the knot with his teeth and mumbled, “Forget it. You don’t have to go down with me. Just remember to run.” With that, he shoved me toward Evan and jumped from the high-rise, resigned to his fate. I thought I had been saved, only to meet Evan’s ice-cold eyes. “Only if you die can Bianca become legitimate. “Clara Shaw, you should have stepped aside a long time ago.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the engagement party where Evan and I first became engaged. Ignoring the depth of feeling in his eyes, I walked straight to the corner, where Miles Langford was focused on playing a match-three game. “Mr. Langford, how about we discuss a partnership?” After all, I was the one who had once lifted Evan to the top. Putting Miles in that same seat now would not be difficult.

At the wedding, I recognized at a glance that the masked man standing before me was an impostor for Howard Larson. Despite this, I went through with the ceremony as though nothing were amiss. In my previous life, I exposed the fake groom in front of everyone. Left with no choice, Howard reluctantly returned and completed the wedding with me. That very night, his childhood sweetheart, Joyce Charlton, swallowed sleeping pills and jumped from a building, taking her own life. When Howard heard the news, he showed no hint of sadness. Instead, he cursed her, saying she deserved to die. After the wedding, Howard and I seemed as loving as ever. I even used my family's money to pull his company back from the brink of collapse. However, on our first wedding anniversary, he personally bound me to a helicopter while I was pregnant. There was no warmth left in his eyes. "If you hadn't forced me to come back and marry you that day, Joyce would still be alive. "Why should you get to live so happily? I want you to feel the pain she felt when she died." He shoved me from the sky. I was utterly destroyed. This time, I pretended not to notice the deception and completed the wedding with the fake groom. I wanted to see for myself how, without the Smith family's support, he intended to save the already crumbling Larson Group.

The ambulance’s siren blared as it sped toward the hospital. But an obnoxious power-walking mob blocked its path at the entrance of our residential area. As a result, the ambulance could not leave the area. I got out of the car to negotiate with that group of power-walkers. I immediately recognized that the woman who led the mob was none other than my mother-in-law, Miranda White. “Miranda, the illness of someone important to me has flared up. He’s in critical condition! “Please get these people to move and let the ambulance pass! Quick!” I was frantic with worry. But Miranda shot me a sideways glance and jumped to conclusions. “He should’ve died a long time ago! “He’s your father. What gives him the nerve to interfere in Caleb’s marital home?! If he’s sick, he deserves it!” Right after she finished her sentence, she waved her arms and called more people over. The number of people joining the power-walking mob continued to increase. They packed the road so tightly that it was completely blocked. When it became clear the ambulance could not possibly leave the area, Miranda shot me a smug glance. She picked up her phone and said in a coy voice, “Honey, what are you doing at home? Come down and join me for a power walk! Getting some exercise is what matters most for your health.” Inside the ambulance, the phone screen next to the patient lit up for a moment, then went dark again. It was not my father who had collapsed.

In my past life, I casually bought a lottery ticket at the corner store and won 80 million dollars. Three days later, my pregnant housekeeper, Lily Hall, jumped off a bridge and killed herself. Before she died, she left behind a suicide note and a video recording. She claimed I had verbally abused and beaten her for months, and that I had falsely accused her of trying to seduce my husband, Jayden Sanders. In the video, my voice rang out crystal clear as I hurled insults at her. "You little tramp, why are you using a mop? Get down on your hands and knees and scrub it inch by inch. If it's not spotless, don't even think about eating tonight." I called Jayden to vouch for me. However, he insisted I had always been arrogant and cruel, constantly screaming at people or hitting them. He even lifted his shirt to show off the purple bruises covering his body. I could not defend myself and ended up being the villain everyone wanted to see locked up. Eventually, the entire 80 million dollars went to Lily's younger sister, Emma Hall, as compensation. I spent the rest of my life rotting in prison, never understanding why sweet, gentle Lily would frame me and then take her own life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I won the lottery.