Pacar Gun Atthaphan Novels & Stories

"Bye Troy. I'm in a rush." I leave him, standing at the doorway looking confused. I get to the gunshop. I need to purchase a gun. Yes, a gun. I said I'm going to kill them. They won't get away with what they've done to Becca. I just can't let them. The seller shows me quite a several guns but one gun particularly catches my eye. It's a Ruger SR1911. 45 auto centerfire pistol, as the seller tells me. It looks so slick and grey. Such a beautiful weapon to kill those ugly creatures.

, He said. I could see him in the rear view mirror. His jet black eyes twinkled with excitement. But I had stopped being the mannerful kid from London. "You never stopped being this cowardly dumbass didn't you..", I whispered with a smirk. The man before me pulled out his gun and placed it on my chest. Right where my heart was. "Don't you dare play with me, Parker.", Rehan said as he carefully took the cold tip to my temple. "Time for you to say goodbye to the world.", He whispered.

“That’s the joke?” Doctor Ivan didn’t move, and he didn’t even smile. He just looked at me the same way people looked at loaded guns when they weren’t sure if the safety was on. “I’m not joking,” he said. That was when I whistled for my dog, which already knew its place. The door behind him closed softly, making it seem like the person wasn't in a hurry. Asher appeared quietly. In his hand was a SIG Sauer P226, his favourite gun. I think the men had bought it for him, as a congratulatory gift on being my left-hand man.

Archon suggested they pull back for the time being until they could free their friends. A few hundred feet away Warren struck the pose of the thinker and sighed, “That shriek is it's the deadliest weapon, but how do we get around that?” Archon flashed a picture of a gun and then another made from magic energy, Warren had shot two guns in his entire life, one was a pellet gun and the other a .308 hunting rifle. His shoulder ached at the memory. The fact remained that it was the best course of action, He clenched his fist, “Let's take some time to practice first.”

I was secure and ready to bug the fuck out. Thane pushed into my bedroom as I opened the door. He stuck his hand out. "I want one." I didn't even bother to argue. Both of my brothers were more than capable marksmen. I would trust them at my back in any situation. I went to my gun locker, pulled out his favored Smith and Wesson .45. I checked the slide. Gave him two full magazines. "If we need more than that, we're screwed anyway." He nodded, shoved the gun into the inner-pants holster. "If they can't help us?" he asked softly as he looked me in the eye.

Just the soft patter of rain dripping from the branches and the distant hum of the drones overhead. I get out of the car. My leg screams in protest, but I ignore it. I reach into the back seat and grab the gun that I have been saving for this moment. A Glock. Nine millimeter. Fully loaded. I check the chamber. I check the safety before I tuck it into my waistband. Maxwell gets out beside me, his own gun in his hand. His face is pale, but his eyes are steady. Athena gets out and walks around to the front of the car, her phone still pressed to her ear. She speaks quietly to the teams, confirming positions, giving orders.

Arlet flung her hand, revealing an exquisite-looking firearm. She quickly pulled the trigger; three people fell to the ground, paralyzed. Phantom laughed coldly, and swung her hand forward. Two needles covered in green flew right into the Pagan family bodyguards, making them collapse to the ground. Blades clashed all over the place. Blood was constantly being drawn. The entire place looked like a battlefield; it was a suffocating sight. There were no screams; only sounds of constant clanging of weapons. “Get out of here, Grandfather!”

Training field “LISTEN UP EVERYBODY!!!” Andre yells, his voice caring over the yard. “I WILL BE SHOWING YOU AGAIN WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CROSS ME. BETRAYAL TOWARDS ME WILL NOT BE TAKEN LIGHTLY AND SINCE IT LOOKS LIKE SOME OF YOU FORGOT, I WILL BE DEMONSTRATING AGIAN WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN ONE OF YOU BETRAYS ME!!! SATIAGO BRING GREG FORTH!!!! “Yes boss.” Santiago brings Greg to where Andre wants him and leaves him there facing off the boss of the Mexican Cartel. “ZANDERS MY BABY PLEASE!!!” Zanders brings Andre a .38 special and Andre checks the number of bullets in the gun, closes it and clicks back the safety, he takes aim and fires the gun landing a bullet dead center of the targets head. Aft

CHAPTER SIXTY- NINE ROSE AMARA POV "This won’t do." Pakstan checks his gun, then curses in Russian. He's down to a few bullets. I’m not any better off. My gaze trails to Pharaoah, who’s firing over the car's hood. The three of us are huddled behind the vehicle, caught in a gunfight that has lasted only a few minutes but feels like an eternity.

I asked him. “Always! He was always there for me. You know, in war, you cannot make mistakes. Because if you make one, you no longer live to tell the tale,” “I see! And you are right. I am at war. So, forgive me for my outburst.” I said, but I kept to myself the fact that the man in the picture was already dead. By my hand. “Let’s take another weapon,” he continued and turned to the table where the guns were. “The SIG Sauer P226, a gun that was known for never failing and always hitting its target,”