Machine Gun Kelly Novels & Stories

If I could right now, I would change it all but there is no way to go back and undo the past. So, as I stare into the officers’ eyes, I answer his question. “We were just finding out that Kelly had just been asked to marry her boyfriend before George McMasters walks up to the door and shots ring out. When I came into the room, Kelly was on the floor already shot and Lillian over her while cradling her. She was bleeding fast, and George had walked in with the gun trained on Lillian. I shot him in the arm so he will pay for his sins. Otherwise, I would have shot him in the head. Then Jon rushed out screaming and everything else isn’t important. All you need to know is that George shot K

Even Kelly, despite her growing apprehension, shared in the task, her hands moving with a practiced efficiency that betrayed her exhaustion. We armed ourselves with the most effective weapons we could find. James’s crowbar, sturdy and reliable, was our primary defense against anything physical. My sharpened pipe, though rudimentary, offered a measure of piercing power. Jay, ever resourceful, had fashioned a crude flamethrower from a salvaged propane tank and a length of pipe, though the fuel was meager and its reliability questionable.

Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss. She moved the gun slightly once more to the right while maintaining the crisscross mark on his head before she squeezed the trigger. A second passed before the man dropped like a log, which prompted his men to instinctively draw out pistols from their inner jackets as they scanned the area for where the bullet came from. Kimberly immediately returned the gun and leather gloves into her suitcase before making her way out of the building through the emerge

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

Arthur pulled a replacement capacitor from his toolbox and began the swap. Twenty minutes later, he closed the device casing and pressed the power button. The machine hummed to life, running perfectly. Arthur packed up his tools, straightened, and addressed me politely, "Miss Ailes, the equipment is repaired. I'll send the fault report to your email. Contact me anytime if any issues arise." I nodded. "Thank you for your hard work, Arthur." At that moment, the laboratory door opened again. Two uniformed police officers stepped inside. "Excuse me, is Michelle Ailes here?"

Quinn never expects that his grandson would be pointing a gun at him one day. He was so angry that the veins on his forehead started protruding. He gasped heavily and yelled coldly at the door, “Kelly!” With a loud bang, the door was opened. Kelly, the housekeeper who had served him loyally this entire time entered the room. However, she was escorted in with a gun to her head. “Old master… Second Young Master… asked his people to surround the entire place!” Kelly said frantically and angrily.

Even from all the way over here, I can see them frozen with fear, the terror in their eyes, the shaking in their bodies, the sound of them dropping their weapons echoing throughout the chaotic bunker. "Get the fuck out of here," Jim shouts, pulling back the safety as he aims at the people with a machine gun. Pulling the trigger, Jim unleashes a storm of bullets that slaughter all the people at the gate. They were all brought down in seconds. Even the ones that try to run. As they regained their senses, they turned around and tried to run but it was too late. "Holy fuck," Rebecca says. "This bunker had a machine gun?" "Not just a machine gun," I say. "A MAG machine gun. Capable of firing 7.62

Soon, Miller launched his gun attack brutally to his enemies in front. Arnold once again pulled Cedric and helped him to hide behind a big metal container near there. Some of Cedric’s men did not want their life to end tragically. Some of them rushed their way to the direction of Miller. With the remaining power they had, they killed all of Miller’s remaining followers. “Die Die DIE!!” Miller shouted as he kept on firing his weapon. CLACK! CLACK! Unfortunately, the machine gun has finally ran out of ammo. Knowing this chance, one of Cedric’s men rushed their way and tried to kill Miller with his knife.

The explosives of the mechanical men were placed under their armor, and could be reached by anyone foolish or brave enough to plunge a pistol barrel through a gigantic charging machine. And so it was, amidst the rumble of musket fire, the distant battle cries and Trosdig’s unnecessarily harsh remarks at my brother. I watched Joram Nileous, the one we called Pal’lacon, or Old Spartan rush headlong at the nearest machine man as he plunged his musket’s bayonet under the gap in the armor, I heard the ring of the musket shot and then a flash of light, the rather expected but completely necessary warnings to take cover and then a period of momentary silence.

Without thinking twice, I opened my eyes and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. Kelly was currently behind Hazel, her hand holding a gun that directly pointed to Hazel’s head. Hazel’s expression came from laughing at Aerah’s stupidity to being alarmed at my sister’s presence. “Put the fucking gun down or I’ll fucking pull this trigger and you’ll never see your family again—” “Ah!”