Percy Uses Guns Fanfiction

The eighteen-year-old boy who happens to be blind, caused by an unexpected incident is destined to live in a unit with two persons; one is older than him and the other one is a year younger than him, who happens to be his childhood best friends. It's supposed to be four of them but his best friends' youngest brother was stated missing.Their lives were such a peaceful kind that anyone would dream of having it. However, every single day has its ending. Neither any of them noticed that they had stepped on a dangerous side of the world where guns and human trafficking were living their existence when they decided to find their missing brother.Revelations and blood flow when one of them has fought the mysterious guy behind the dark suit with a dark mask covering his shady identity. Regrets and guilt were followed by vengeance. Blood needs blood. Find the lost pieces. Find the missing one.

There are monsters in this world. And they used to be us. Now it's time to euthanize to survive in a hospice where Emily, a woman haunted by her past, only wants to do her job and be the best mother possible. Post-infection Chicago. Christmas. Inside The Hospice, Emily and her fellow nurses do their rounds. Here, men and women live out their final days in comfort, segregated from society, and are then humanely terminated before fate turns them into marrow-craving monsters known as ‘Smilers.’ Outside these imposing walls, rabid protesters swarm with signs, caught up in the heat of their hatred. Emily, a woman haunted by her past, only wants to do her job and be the best mother possible. But in a world where mortality means nothing, where guns are drawn in fear and nobody seems safe anymore – at what cost will this pursuit come? And through it all, the soon to be dead remain silent, ever smiling. Such is their curse. It won't be long before that snow-speckled ground will be salted by blood. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

“Darlene Roberts, you're under arrest for the death of George Martins.”I look up with misty eyes only to see a bunch of cops, guns blazing and aimed at me. Funny enough, I don't even freeze neither do I panic. My attention goes back to my ex lover whose limp body is still warm with blood oozing from his forehead and chest. His shirt is torn and his big eyes are staring blankly at me. I've managed to help shut his mouth which was agape and his twisted lips. It seems he had put up one hell of a struggle before he gave up the ghost.“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law.Does the cop mean what he has just said? I mean, I'm not the murderer here. I rushed here to help as soon as I could!

After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager. At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?" I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful. Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists. "It's too small and slow. Try me instead." I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!

"What is this?!" Avery's voice trembled with rage, her fists clenched as she stared at the people who betrayed her. "You're marrying me off to some old man?" she spat. Her mother flinched. "Avery, please… it’s the only way to clear the debt." Her father’s voice thundered. "You will marry Sergei Kuznetsov. End of story." Avery Wells was never the obedient daughter—not with her leather boots, smart mouth, and fire-for-blood temper. But nothing prepared her for being thrown into the cold world of Russian mafia royalty. Sergei Kuznetsov: seventy, cruel, and untouchable. Her new husband. Kieran Kuznetsov: his youngest son—illegitimate, exiled, and carved from shadows. In a world full of masks, guns, and buried secrets, Avery has only one rule: never fall for the devil’s son. But the more she fights, the closer the darkness pulls. In this house, freedom is a myth. And love… might just be a death sentence.

My mother-in-law is extremely frugal. She reuses paper others have discarded, carefully saving the unmarked portions. She even takes the black waste oil from the kitchen range hood and uses it to cook our meals. She says, "Frugality is a virtue—it brings blessings!" I try tirelessly to convince her otherwise, throwing out all her filthy items to protect my family's health. But while she praises me to my face, behind my back, she uses my baby's food scissors to clip her grimy toenails. My child eventually dies of a lung infection, leaving me heartbroken. My mother-in-law, however, points her finger at me, saying I'm unlucky and that I've brought misfortune to their family. Even my husband blames me. In the end, they use a knitting needle to pierce my throat and stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I first see her picking up dirty paper. The first thing I do is hide all the high-quality tissue paper I had stocked up on before my pregnancy, pretending I knew nothing. She calls these blessings, right? Fine. The blessings of this miserly frugality—she can reap them all herself!

Mia is a beautiful mermaid who has the power of telepathy, She can communicates with other mermaids and humans, plants and animals. She usually uses her powers to heal and make others feel better, everything changes when She is Kidnapped along with her sister Seila, by the Syrens, who are hald fish, half bird, the deadly enemies of the Mermaids.The Syren are monsters that feed themselfs of the heart of men. But they want one werewolf heart, Ignacio the Alpha Wolf's heart. But now his heart belongs and only beats for Mia.

Katie Thompson was deeply in love with the business magnate Josh Anderson. Bound by a life debt, Josh married her. However, as the years passed, Josh never treated her as his wife. He only uses her. Knowing this, Katie gave up that love she once felt and filed for a divorce. After the divorce, Josh regrets everything he has done in the past and realizes how much he loves Katie making him coax her to do whatever it takes. Will Katie acknowledge the billionaire's regret?

Jeslyn never expected a stalker to follow her all this time. The stalker was a big mobster who was quite famous in continent A. Right on the day of her wedding with June, Jeslyn was kidnapped by the stalker. Jeslyn was taken to a magnificent and luxurious mansion but it was remote. This story uses a slow plot and is not rushed. If you like stories with fast rhythms, this is not an option. But you can try to read it first, who knows it's addictive. This story is only fictitious, if there is a similarity in name and the incident is not an element of intent. Happy reading :)

They say hatred is stronger than love. For Selena Cruz, that has always been true. Born into a cartel dynasty, she swore no man would ever own her—not her father, not her enemies, and certainly not Dante Moretti, the ruthless heir of the Italian Mafia. Their marriage isn’t a choice. It’s a weapon. A deal struck in blood to end a war neither of them wanted. Dante is everything she despises—cold, controlling, untouchable. But every time he looks at her, she feels her resolve crack. He wants her obedience. She wants his downfall. And yet, the fire between them burns hotter than either can control. When betrayal shatters the fragile truce between their families, Selena and Dante are forced to fight side by side. In a world of guns, lies, and vengeance, enemies can become lovers…and hatred may be the only thing keeping them alive. In the mafia, love is never pure. It’s a weapon. And sometimes, it’s deadly.