Novel & Cerita Just A Young Gun With A Quick Fuse

“What? How...” He raised his eyebrows at me before turning the juicer off. “I know every inch of your body, Sonsy.” I inhaled. “I cannot fight,” I said, and he gave me a look. “Really, I am not strong,” my voice shot up. “I am only good with guns,” I mumbled now. “And I suspect you have this gun tucked somewhere in your vanity, between all the feminine frills and colored powders.” He walked around the island with the freshly juiced orange drink in a tall glass.

I zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that." He chuckled darkly before taking it out of my hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here.” He croaked and with a light shrug, I turned away from him.

What if he doesn’t respond— -Mr. Grumpy: Oh, we’re getting wild now. -Mr. Grumpy: I like it. He likes it? What would he do with a kni- -Mr. Grumpy: picture Oh. My. God. A gun. There's a gun in his hand.

Quinn’s POV: The sound of gunfire echoes off the narrow alley walls. I feel my heart pounding. “Left!” Neha shouts. I don’t hesitate. I sprint, boots hitting wet concrete, breath burning in my throat. This is not how I envisioned spending my Tuesday afternoon. The suspect is fast ahead, flying fences like puddles. These youngsters, I curse. “Fuck, get down!” I yell as he turns back to us, his gun going off. How does a nineteen year old druggie get a freaking gun?

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

“Yes, you’re shit at making friends. But I wanted to make sure you had someone on your side, you have no idea how brutal it can get.” I murmur about how he has no faith in me, he shoots down the shooters and we rejoin Jazz at the back of the house. “Put me down, right now.” “Not a chance.” “There’s a chance actually,” Jazz starts, I can’t see her, but she’s panting, and her voice is high pitched. Seriously, dodging bullets make her excited? “There’s this voice you use with him, he likes it a lot, he touches himself to that voice,”

I chuckled and put in my earbuds and played Avenged Sevenfold. "I'll take the one creeping around, you take the one on the mic," I told him and rushed off to hunt. I mentally switched my vision to heat seeking and made my way through the darkness. I heard a man's brief scream over my music and was impressed by Cassian's speed. I looked ahead and could see my target walking around with a gun in his hand. I gritted my teeth and rushed into him, knocking him to the ground. I twisted my upper body and slit his throat. I buried my fangs in his shoulder as the rest of his blood poured from his neck. I'd have to drink quickly to beat the blood rushing out of his wound. I was enjoying my quick meal

A blush creeps up my cheeks at the question. "Uhhh, no. I'm waiting, I don't want it to feel like another meaningless hookup." "Look, our shots are here," Jen says as the boys make their way back to our table with shots in hand. "Now I know alcohol is your one true love," Max says, clutching his heart in mock hurt. Max, Always the drama queen.

George kicked him on the stomach as he felled on the floor, he tried to kick him again but he slide his leg as George came crashing down, yoo sung ran as he marched the wall and gave him a bicycle kick as George tried to stand up, George fell down again, George tried standing up, but he gave him a punch on the face, he brought out his gun as cassie trembled with fear, about to kill her when he heard freeze, I could see a young man with a gun with 100 soldiers who dressed like a guest around him, dropped your weapon, he quickly said, I dropped my weapon as I smiled " who are you "??, Young man, the man I could remember known as Alex said ‘I don’t have time to chat you sung answered. ‘I don’t

_____Flashback_____ "I got you something," Young whispered even as he helped her up to the floor. "You better." She huffed. She was all sweaty and tired but was also enthusiastic about the gift he had promised her for the longest time with the condition of being able to swoop the ass of her karate trainer. He brought out a red-coloured shopping bag and dropped it next to her. Excitedly, she quickly opened the bag and her smile dropped the minute she saw it was a gun.