Pacar Gun Atthaphan Novels & Stories

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.

"Do you know what kind of bullets Piers used? What kind of gun?" Arnold looked away, thinking, and then looked up and into Grayson's eyes. "It was a Smith & Wesson semi-automatic pistol." Grayson's heart stopped, remembering what the detective had said during the investigation. Then he looked at the police report to make sure. "Are you sure?" Arnold nodded. "Positive. That's the weapon he used in Afghanistan and his weapon of choice." "I thought all of you used Glock 17s?" Grayson asked. "That's standard issue from the castle."

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

His bride. “Wow… what a cute little penguins…” I mumbled as I look at the glass wall who contains penguins but then my eyes saw some bullet shot on it. I close my eyes to see if it is just my brain who created that image. I was right, the glass wall is as good as new. “Yey! Go Marco!!” I heard Patrish cheering together with Hera and the others. Marco is holding a play gun as he aim to the cans who is placed far from them. Drake saw it and suggested.