Just A Young Gun With A Quick Fuse Novels & Stories

Kian pried her mouth open and poured a vial of wolfsbane-infused water down her throat. Then he handed one to their father, their mother, and finally, to himself. Afterward, he grabbed the canister of gasoline by the door and spilled it across the room as Leila began to scream. Kian pressed the lighter, and flames ignited instantly. “You’re insane! All of you! Let me out! I don’t want to die!” Kian sat quietly, letting the fire consume his body. He stared at her struggling form and asked calmly, “The four of us together, forever. Isn’t this what you always wanted?”

He replied, “Ssshh, Mom. I’m hacking the Mafia Security System.” My jaw nearly dropped. I quickly called Dark to tell him about it. Dark’s response? He just laughed and said, “Keep it up, son. Just don’t get caught by the security. You know what to do.” Crazy, right? Zuhair, on the other hand, loved toys, especially toy guns. They were hanging all over the walls of their room. It seemed like his dream was to collect every type of gun—he was probably just a tank away from completing his collection.

“You’re going to come on this. And you’re going to think about how stupid it was to sneak out tonight while you do.” He pushes the barrel inside me slowly and I moan at the intrusion. It’s different from anything else. Cold and hard and perfectly smooth. “Look at you,” he says. “Taking my gun like you were made for it.” He works the barrel in and out slowly while his other hand finds my clit. The combination of metal inside me and his fingers on me is overwhelming. “Tor, fuck.” “You like being fucked with my gun?” “Yes.” “Say it.” “I like being fucked with your gun.”

Thankfully, I listened to Hurricane's advice and changed every single car in my fleet to custom made, bullet proof brands. Tariq's voice comes over the speakers, "Get in formation! Everyone, get in formation! We're backfiring in five seconds." I stare at the gun in my passengers' seat, and memories of blood and death assail me. I haven't touched one of those since I left that life behind. But my woman lies unconscious in there. Anger tightens my veins. Heads must roll. I pick up the gun and pull the safety. "...two…one…fire!"

I yell. William stares at me and sighs “It’s not a real gun” He says. “What?” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s not a real gun, it’s just a pellet gun” He explains. I look at the gun and check on it, I fire him with the gun and he screams. “Oh, shit!” He mumbles. “Give me the keys!” I say as I keep fire him with the pellet gun. “Oh, shit!” He screams, covering his balls. “Give me the keys!” I yell. “Goddamn it!” He whimpers.

He tried to get the words out but failed abysmally. Instead of responding Lexus just picked up his pace, misunderstanding the direction of the Brunet’s complaining completely. Azrin wasn’t sure if his next response was positive or negative as the next whimper to leave his lips was a mix of pain and pleasure. Lex caught the difference and was about to stop his motions when a harsh “Fucking Christ,” spilled from his lips.

Callum was the brand ambassador for this massage gun, so it wouldn't exactly be wrong to say I had bought it because of him. So I steeled myself and nodded. Uncle Theo's breathing grew heavier as he crumpled the paper note and tossed it to the ground. I could see his hands shaking. "Do you think of him when you use it?" In a way, yes. As expected of something Callum had vouched for, the massage gun was genuinely useful, so I nodded once more.

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.

Leo knew that he could not get rid of Alex, so he stared at Gunner Young and said, "It's fine for youngsters not to know their own capabilities, but you're so old, so why are you still sticking your nose here? It's a thing of the past for you to run through the streets of Quill City with your Demon Head Dagger. With your current state, except blackmail, what else can you do that’ll frighten others?" Gunner played with his demon head ring and casually responded, "Do you know an idiot called Horus Thorpe?" "What do you mean?" "He used to be in your position, and his current state will be your future." "What nonsense is that? Gunner Young, not to mention combat, you're so f*cking old that you c

“Take it or leave it but I’ll be winning this hunt.” “I’ll just make sure not to lose.” Elijah said the pointed at the hunting grounds. “We give the rabbits a ten minutes head start but till then do you know how to handle a gun?” Elijah asked and I felt insulted. I quickly assembled the gun faster than anyone I know as Elijah and the dogs behind him stared in surprise as I held the heavy gun in one hand as though it was a toy. “Age is experience Elijah. Don’t treat me like a lady on hunting grounds child.” I demanded as my senses heightened.