Machine Gun Kelly Novels & Stories

Her voice was hysterical now and Kelley didn’t even blink as he took a step backwards. “You’re the whore that gave birth to me, you were never my mother.” “Kelley, please!” “You killed my father, you killed him so you could be with Charles!” Kelley looked her in the eye, raised the gun and fired it. The gun fell from Kelley’s hand and he walked out of the barn, around the corner and emptied his guts. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned forward with his hands on his knees. He took a few deep breaths and then he walked back into the barn. Connor was helping Jesse untie the bodies and laying them on the floor next to each other. Jesse’s phone pinged and he looked at Kelley.

I said then we began fighting and killing. We fought for what seemed like hours. That was until Kyle got shot of course. I ran towards him. I turned to see who shot him. I started, seeing red. I grabbed someone’s machine gun. Not caring whose. I started shooting at the man. He got several bullets in his chest and his face. All of a sudden, there was silence. I looked around to see everyone dead. Richard -0, Alex - Infinite. I ran to Kyle and prompt up his head on my arm crying.

Kelly and I looked at each other but didn’t say anything else. It took about another 10 minutes before we reached the bathroom. There must be hundreds of people out there trying to speak with me! It was exhausting! However, I made my way into a stall and Kelly was in the other one. Since there was only two, Brooke was waiting by the sink. We didn’t speak as we both finished out business. Kelly finished first and walked out of the bathroom. I heard the sink turn on and then I heard a loud THUD! Looking under the stalls, I saw Kelly laying there, on the ground with blood pouring from her head! Oh shit! She must have passed out! Quickly finishing up, I walked out of the stall and saw Brooke hol

Looking at Kaze landing on another spot unscathed, Leron raised his brows in surprise but quickly got over it. If Kaze died so easily, then he would not be here in person. With that in mind, Leron tossed the shotgun away and reached into his trenchcoat for a smaller gun. The black gun was the classic M1911, a well-known model across the world. Bang! Bang! Bang! Without a shred of hesitation, Leron fired three shots aimed at Kaze’s front and sides. Kaze dodged the bullets just in time by stepping on the concrete wall behind him, pushing himself away skillfully.

She comes to stand in front of me with tears in her eyes and asks in a choked whisper, "How did you know Jamie?" I set down the groceries and unbutton my shirt. I point to the fresh scar on my stomach and say, "I got this one taking the bullet for Kelly." I point to the four older, similar scars and say in a choked whisper, "These four saved Jamie, five years ago when I toured with her in Iraq. Her gun jammed and I shielded her."

Placing deep cuts into their unarmored bodies, their blood spilled and their organs sprawled out on the dry gravel. Suddenly, bullets tore through the air, and we brought up our shields to defend ourselves against the raining bullets. I glared at the ground as the sound of swift metal clanged against my shield. I quickly glanced and saw Norman on top of a small hill, along with his army of men. Two of his men had machine guns in front of them, and I cursed in anger when I saw the size of the weapon. “Shit. Where did they get something like that?” Seeing that they showed no signs of stopping, I raised my gun and started firing at one of the men who operated the machine guns and shot him strai

He did not even let me say Hello before he started talking, "Tell Reagan to pick up his call. We were attacked, and they shot Kelly with some kind of bullet, and she is not healing." "What?"

“What was the first? “ “ letting the sunlight hit his binoculars, I saw that long before I spotted that little bastard.” “Let's hope they keep making mistakes,” Red said. “We can count on ourselves, and hope that's enough. “ Then they saw that Brooke hung out the side and fired his weapon. The machine gun wasn't worth spitting long-range, although in close quarters it could take out an entire platoon of men in a few seconds, he wanted to shoot them and get it over and done with. He slipped the machine gun strap off a shoulder and pulled out his sidearm. “Get as close as you can.” He barked to a very nervous-looking Reynolds. If I can take out one of the little tyres they will plough right in

She was locked down. “She wouldn’t stop, Jess. She was going to kill Nea. I knew it, and I—” She stopped, her whole face twisting up. Tormented. “You what?” Jess asked, her teeth gritted. “Kelly got the gun out of Nea’s hand, and it fell to the ground. It stopped a few feet from me. They didn’t notice. Nea was yelling for her to stop, and I—Nea wouldn’t do something unless her life was in danger. But Kelly wouldn’t stop. She wouldn’t—she kept slamming Nea’s head into the pavement and”—she took a shuddering breath—“I picked up the gun.”

Amy heard that familiar Texas drawl in the man’s voice. “Azad!” Amy searched for the little boy, picking the machine gun up again. She aimed the machine gun wildly at the Infantry-men who circled her with their guns drawn. “Where is he!? Where’s my baby!?” Amy hissed at each one of the Death Row Infantry-men. She gritted her teeth while shoving the machine gun in one soldier’s face. She wanted to strike the tall Infantry-man with the butt of the gun when he chuckled at her from behind his black visor. But Amy froze when the towering Infantry-man stepped out of the way to reveal a black suited man approaching her with a little boy in his arms.