Regular Show Gun Novels & Stories

I watch with excitement as the four-tier shelf slides down and a small selection of guns are put on display in front of me. I take the A.W.M Sniper Rifle. "Do you know how to use one of those?" Neriman scoffs sarcastically as she slides her shades down an inch on the bridge of her nose. I roll my eyes, "Ofcourse I do." I mutter, hitting the red button on the wall by the guns. "I'm not just a handsome prick with an ego to match." I flick her a wink as I recall Mila's words she once used to describe me when we were in the midst of a heated argument.

The TVs on the stage had caught fire and, in their glow, I could make out the seven foot shadow of the big Skoger holding a deer rifle. “Shit.” I looked down at my little bag of rocks and then back over to the giant plucking a round out of his pocket to reload, eyeing a couple of kids that were trying to climb the fence across the lot. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

"It's nothing.." He pulls aside his business blazer flap and points an index finger at the gun holstered to his belt. "You'll be handling this baby tomorrow!" "Um.." I let out a nervous chuckle as I stare at his weapon. "Not so soon, I'm not ready yet, I'll stick with the paintball bullets and stuff." "Don't be afraid! It's super fun!" Bev assures matter of factly. "And thrilling!"

"Wait, everyone, don't leave yet. The underground armory's got fresh Colt revolvers. New gear for everyone tonight." They stopped. Turned back. And I finally got to deliver the lines I'd been rehearsing all night, my whole body trembling with the thrill of it. In front of all those eyes, I threw open the doors and let them see the gun crates stacked in the living room. Then I squeezed out a tear or two and let my voice crack. "Oh, and by the way, I never made Veronica miscarry."

They all ran in through the door with full speed but the speed Sharon entered with was too high that she hits against a speaker On the wall and the sound stopped. They looked around and wondered how they got there. Sarah could be seen taking two desert eagle pistol from the table as she stared at the TV on the wall. It was an online footage of the compound via the security camera. Five men with pump action guns could be seen walking stealthily into the compound. "Don't worry. I've seen You already." She said caressing the gun. Sharon examined the speaker and then stood up. "It's a Decoy screamer will attracts Supernatural creatures, whoever did this, i think this is a trap we need to get out

I feel light and airy as if I am on cloud nine. My worries disappear as Gunner teaches me about gardening. No wonder both he and Ava love this so much. It’s so relaxing, and I weirdly feel connected to the earth. “Thank you for the gift,” Gunner says, pulling my focus to him. I’d decided that I would give him a birthday and Christmas gift for every year I missed. A few days ago, I got him one. I didn’t know what to get him, but a shop attendant told me I should get him an electric water gun. He called it Mongu Kublai S-two. He demonstrated how it works for me. It looked cool. It’s something Travis, Rowan, and Gabe would have loved to have when they were kids.

Amy tried not to let the maniacal Joker-like laughter distract her. The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her crazed laughter would distract Amy. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine, which meant her gun was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger, only to hear her gun respond with a click.

Ryan pulls another gun out of nowhere. "This is a generation five Glock 17." I pick it up and turn it over, looking at it. It looks a lot like the service weapons used in TV shows. It also looks eerily like the gun Johnston always carried. "Don't point it at your face," Ryan says, his hand moving the barrel away from me. "Oops," I say, feeling embarrassed. I look down at his perpetually-gloved right hand resting on the weapon in my grip, almost touching my hand. He pulls his away from me quickly.

I could see that he was unconscious. I took a look, at the waistband of his pants. The man had a gun with him. It was a Glock 19. I took the gun. I checked the chamber to see if it was loaded. The gun was loaded. I looked at Giovanni. He is Giovanni. I was looking right at Giovanni. I said to them "How rounds of the game do you have left?" Giovanni said the number is six. "I have fifteen dollars " I said, holding Vinnys gun in my hand and feeling its weight.

Another is earning more from the market he could make as he sells his tested and proven products to his buyers who some would even come to watch the match games live when they have time, or when they are also into the sports on the show. “Well, I wasn’t going to pull any weapon out, but I don’t have the patience right now to deal with obnoxious people. The Goerge Supremo had just died and I am deeply mourning….” I spoke softly as I checked the firearm in my hands. I pulled its magazine out to see and show everyone watching my every move that it was indeed fully loaded. Then I placed the magazine back into the 9mm gun and mounted a silencer into it. “This has fifteen bullets. There are only e