Regular Show Gun Novels & Stories

I was fingerbanging myself in the van while Gideon issued orders and Ghost was in here alone with a guy known for killing people like him. “You underestimate me. I work best when I have an after-orgasm glow.” I laugh; opening my hand, and let my gun fall. Ghost’s eyes go wide and Judge pushes him forward just a little. It allows Ghost to shuffle to the side at the same time I grab the gun with my other hand and start firing. Judge lets out a loud roar when two of my five shots hit their mark. Ghost hits the floor and suddenly I’m faced with two pissed-off shifters.

Hearing this, Deirdre was shocked. Aurora applauded in surprise. "Uncle, you're so cool! So badass!" "Rory, don't mess around." Deirdre was frustrated. "Brendan, can you stop being so childish? You underestimate this booth. How can you guarantee that you won't miss 30 shots while shooting with just one hand?" Brendan curled his lips up. "Don't worry. This gun is not heavy, and it's not a real one. One hand is more than enough. Or are you worried that I will feel sad if I fail?"

Or can you? Freeze! Show me what you got under that towel… The shower stopped running. I edged off the bed silently and moved to my position by the door. It's showtime! The gun felt almost real in the hand but I imagined a real gun would feel like cold steel rather than rubber. The door opened. "Freeze." A naked redhead bitch walked into my sight. She froze with a look of horror seeing me with the gun. She looked like she was about to scream. Jeff walked out behind her with his perfect dick half erect. There was a look of confusion on his face.

I kicked his side and then looked at my wonderful audience with a grin on my face. “I feel a little bit relieved now that I see him all bruised and roughened up. Don't you feel excited too?” I asked but there was no response from the audience, only tremblings. “Oh please, don't fucking mess this up. When I ask you questions…” I moved towards the tray and picked up my gun. I cocked it and pointed it at them, letting my grin vanish “You fucking answer. Now, let's do that again. Don't you feel excited too?” I asked.

#JOHNSON_JUNIOR 🔞 (Season 2) #Final_Episode BANG!!!! I closed my eyes tight, thinking I was shot to death, I didn't feel any bullet pierce through me, I opened my eyes and saw everyone in the room stand still, What was going on? Just then another gun shot went off, there was screams and shouts, That was then I realized that something strange was going on, Someone banged hard on the door and came in with fear on his face, He immediately shut the door and sat on the ground breathing hard.

Sam asks, and I immediately answer. "Gender. Please I have waited so long," I declare and everyone laughs as Mariah shrugs. "Fine by me," she says, and Carmen picks up two gigantic water guns that were hidden under a snack table. "The guys will be squirting their mates' to reveal the color. The gun with the M on it is of course for Mariah and T for Tabitha," Carmen says and Stanley takes the gun with the T. Mariah laughs at the excited look on her mate's face and everyone stops playing to come over. Killian and Darcy hang back a little, but Darcy is at least smiling.

She opened a cabinet I hadn’t noticed before. My stomach dropped as she laid out knives, bottles of clear liquid, and a gun. “Poison,” she mused. “Acid. Or the gun. Which do you prefer?” “Mrs Smith, please,” I begged, shaking uncontrollably. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” She picked up a knife, turning it thoughtfully. “Let’s see what a real blood type looks like.” Pain exploded across my shoulder. I screamed. She laughed and cut the other side.

Jamie—“yeah,cuz he has lots of men and guns.You still got your guns?” Aiden—“Haven’t touched those things in years…” My fear increasing as I step out from my hiding spot— “What do you mean?What guns?” My voice shaky a little as I stare at them in fear. They all freeze. “S-Sweetheart….How long have you been standing there?” He takes a step forward to me. “What the hell are you three talking about??” “Baby it’s nothing-nothing important”. Robin cuts in—“Hey hey,chill girl.It’s just a movie damn.”

"You're okay; I'm going to be with you the entire time." My mouth was incredibly dry, but I found myself swallowing anyway in a nervous gesture. "Okay." I zoned out as Jax paid for various target posters, and guns of different sizes. One looked like a hand gun, but the other looked like a bigger rifle; one that sat against your shoulder. I shuddered at the sight. The men that killed Mr. Solara were holding shotguns, like the one Jax was holding now; like the one he kept in his waistband at all times.

Sharon had decided to continue from where she had left. She again showed the presentation and showed a picture of a gravity gun, it was also a good and rare mod, but they were easily available on the market as they were mass-produced easily. Jasmine went to the front and showed what the gravity gun can do. She literally made the table in the front float on air for 10 seconds, before she lost control and had to place the table down quickly.