Point Blank Range Mentor Novels & Stories

They didn't even bring me a slice of cake. I sat home all alone, eating leftover lunch. I didn't complain or throw a tantrum. I just sat in my room with a book in hand, preparing for the day I left this house. … Midterm exam results came out, and I got first place just as I had hoped. The school was also holding a parent-teacher meeting. As soon as I got home, I heard Edward's downcast voice. "Mom, I'm so dumb. I can't even catch up to Nick. Do you still want me when I'm not good at studies? I'm just too stupid. I don't deserve to be your child."

He grumbles the last part. What the hell is his problem? I don't want to be here just as the next person. Heck! I Hate it here and I Hate him as well. So he could as well shoot me in the face, while he's at it. "Ugh, fine. Listen carefully, because I don't have all day," Mad Max grumbled, eyeing me in a clueless expression. "A shooting range is a designated area for firing guns. You've got your targets, your shooting stands, and your safety gear. Don't even get me started on safety protocols – you'd probably just get yourself killed." He sneered, holding his temple.

“Feet apart. Knees soft. Lean into it a little.” Her body fit against mine too perfectly. I could feel the heat of her through the thin shirt. When I leaned down to speak against her ear, my lips brushed the shell of it. “Breathe out when you squeeze the trigger. Don’t anticipate the kick.” She nodded. I showed her the stance once, stepping back just enough to demonstrate. Then I moved behind her again, arms caging her in, hands over hers on the weapon. “Ready?” She exhaled. The shot cracked through the range. The target thirty feet away tore clean through the center.

"Do you see that? In the Special Forces competition, the targets are all moving. Three hundred meters, ten rounds, two minutes to complete firearm assembly and shooting, ninety points and above is considered excellent. My best score is ninety-four points." He turned to Liam, his tone dripping with mockery. "What score do you think you need to achieve to teach me shooting techniques?"

He replied. "Thanks for the reply. Now, here is my little favor. I have made up my mind not only to learn how to pull the trigger, I need to master some side skills too." "Like?" "The karate? Or any other thing which defines defense." "Hmm. I see." He nodded. "Well, let's start from somewhere." Stephen pushed her boundaries, gradually introducing her to the physicality of handling a firearm. Under his watchful gaze, she maneuvered through a series of drills, each one designed to enhance her accuracy and speed.

Sweat made the strap slide; she compensated with grit and friction, then with the decision to stop shaking. Block 6: Range. The last sound of morning was the electronic beep of a shot timer. Seven yards, concealment, two and one, step off line. The first string was staccato and uncertain. The second found the breath she had denied herself all morning. Vince shifted her elbow a single degree and stole an apology back from the muzzle. “Stop negotiating with the trigger,” he said. “It’s not a boyfriend. It’s a lever.” He didn’t praise. He also didn’t fix what wasn’t broken.

“Shooting isn’t just physical. It's mental. Stop doubting yourself. Trust that you can do this.” I hesitated, his words sinking in. Trust myself? That felt easier said than done. But as I looked at him, his expression was steady and unwavering. I realized he believed I could do it. Maybe, just maybe, I could believe it too. After what felt like an eternity of practice, Alex stepped back slightly, giving me space. “Alright,” he said. “You’re ready. This time, you’re doing it on your own.” My stomach twisted into knots, but I nodded. I adjusted my stance, checked my grip, and lined up the sights just as he had taught me. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound almost deafening in the otherwise

“No offense but I am not used to being an apprentice.” Peter crossed his arms, glaring down at her. When she was his student, Peter would punish that attitude out of her. “If you can make that shot,” I said, pointing to the hole in the bullseye that Daniel left. She nodded, confident and was about to move towards the target when I stopped her. “From here,” I said, pointing at where she stood. Harriet’s jaw slacked. “That’s over sixty meters away.” Ryan took the gun from her and sent a bullet through the hole Daniel had just left. “Seems very feasible to me.”

> Bren came across the conditioning strip with his hands in his pockets and that grin already running. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Dex and Calloway behind him. Leo, a few steps back, the quiet one, the one who didn't owe anything to anyone. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Class wraps in twenty." Bren stopped a few feet away and looked at the target posts like they'd personally disappointed him. "You manage to land anything clean yet or are you still finding your range?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Charles began grinning at Ace as they did a shooting drill together. in this drill, you start pretty close to the basket while the second person stands under the basket. So if you're able to shoot the basketball into the basket 2 times in a roll you earn the right to back up from the basket but if you miss two in a roll you have to move closer to the basket. The coach came up with this drill and it was one that the players really liked, it helps them find their range. Ace had the highest range on the team. He also had the highest number of points in total.