Novel & Cerita Matan Shooter

I mindlinked him. Few minutes later, I heard a loud gunshot, we were already deep inside the wood, I couldn't bare the pain any longer so the stranger suggested I lay down on the grass The sound of the gunshot got me in shock as I turned back to question Matthias”is that my mate “ “We don't know yet Luna but I am certain it's not him , he is a very brave and strong man all he wants you to do is deliver his baby and be well and alive, I am sure you can do that for him Luna “

Shannon stood up and then the assumptions of the three were confirmed that Shannon is really a… devil. "So… we're right that you are indeed a devil." Khrystyanna stated. "Kekeke… you are right, I am a devil! But I will make sure to kill you and take Damian to make him mine!!" She pulled out her sword and then advanced to Khrystyanna. She successfully stabbed Khrystyanna with her sword and made everyone who was watching it panic. But instead of crying in pain, Khrystyanna grinned as she aimed Shannon's heart with her gun and fired it three times in a row, creating a big hole on Shannon's body.

He emptied the remaining three rounds of his clip straight into the third shooter’s chest, dropping the giant like a felled pine tree. The archive went dead quiet, save for the wailing siren outside. WRAAAH. WRAAAH. WRAAAH. Matteo Rossi was gone. He had fled back up the spiral staircase the second his men started dropping, his leather shoes clicking frantically against the iron steps.

A man in black was chasing after him, gun in hand. A few more bullets were fired. Matthias grabbed a painting off the wall and hurled it at the attacker just as sharp pain exploded in his leg. He groaned, teeth gritted as he grabbed onto the railing to stop himself from falling down the stairs. Hissing and glancing down at his leg, Matthias cursed. He had been shot. Blood seeped from the wound with a stinging pain. And his killer was gaining on him, the painting tossed aside. Fuck. Another round of bullets was fired. Matthias ducked behind the railing, thankful for the bare minimum of cover.

Paolo shouted through the line as the sound of his own shotgun started booming from the lower trenches. "I see him and he's already dead," I muttered, and I didn't feel any hesitation or any of the old sickness in my throat as I watched the man's chest cave in through my crosshairs because every drop of blood they spilled on the asphalt was just a small down payment for what they did to my friends at the churchyard. "Matteo, you need to slow down your rhythm because you're burning through the special magazine too fast and we don't have another crate of these heavy rounds at the base," Alessia’s voice suddenly cut into the frequency from her position near the lower gate.

Nobody wants to earn the Al Fahezi’s anger. ___________________________________________________________________________ Tiernan looked like a famous gunslinger from a Hollywood movie by the way he barged through Don Vitorino’s villa. He looked at the traitorous bastard who was now cowering along with his brother. Gone was the self-assured man who threatened Alonzo and Matan just hours ago. Seeing the man’s reaction, Matan snickered. “Bout time you arrived Bro! We thought Vatican City reformed you and turned you into a saint. Your friend here sided with the devil for his idiot of a brother hoping he’d save him. All idiocy in my opinion. “Matan spat as he said this.

Certain. As though an invisible hand had settled against the back of my neck and refused to let go. I glanced behind me. Only trees. Fog drifted between the trunks. Leaves trembled in the light wind, and somewhere far to my right, a woman screamed. The sound ended abruptly. One hunter had already made his choice. I faced forward again. “Not me,” I whispered. Not yet. I needed Ronan to catch me. But on my terms. After I had led him away from the officials. After I had tested his strength. After I had learned whether the weapons hidden against my body could draw his blood.

"You need to get out of here." "Not without you," I say. "Can you walk?" "I can try." We're completely exposed here in the center of the warehouse. I need to get Elias to safety so I can help Asher. That's when I see Matteo Vescari emerge from behind a shipping container. He's massive, built like a linebacker, with a machine gun in his hands. Matteo raises his weapon, and I know Asher is about to die. Without thinking, I let go of Elias and charge.

I couldn’t foretell what would happen in the future but I knew somewhere deep in my mind that this fight wasn’t over. “Goodbye, Lorenzo,” Matteo said, his hands wrapped around the trigger as he fired the gun. I managed a small smile and shut my eyes as I waited for death to come.

The same way that I thought I was invisible, I thought Matson could not get to me but boy was I wrong. Matson ~”I DID NOT SHOOT HIM. He tried to take the fucking gun and it went off.” Rey ~”Why the fuck where you holding it at his shoulder?” Matson ~”I was trying to aim it at his head.” Bruce ~”Well you were way off you fucking idiot.” Matson ~”What? Would you rather wanted me to shoot him in the head?” Summer ~”It would have helped if you did not shoot him at all.”