Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

Shouldn't Zach be here now? "Okay," Sassy replied "You out smart me, Ericka. I don't want to hurt myself if I know there's nothing I can do. I'm not the masochist here." Sassy looked at me."Bye. It was very nice to meet you." Sassy stood up. "Actually..." Ericka's angry reply suppressed. "There is no term 'nice' in meeting you. Bye to you too. Go to hell." "Same to you, bitch." Sassy seemed to be waging a smile. She pisses Ericka this time, for real.

several grown men into the hospital. There were rumors she was an assassin as well and has over 500 kills since age 11. "Oh shit your niece is one of the most notorious fighters on the east coast. I assume that she is also the assassin Black Rose too." Dom says curiously. Ashton nods again "Fuck she has over 500 kills since she started at 11. Oh you three are fucked. Do you realize she could of killed you already but instead she's going after the whores going after what's hers. I'm actually excited to see her work." Dom says really excited like a little kid. The look on my sons faces are shock and kind of scared. Wes doesn't look surprised but Wren looks terrified. The twins look confused f

But then I heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit my attacker's hand, causing him to lose his grip on the knife and scream in agony, and it was followed by another bullet being shot to my attacker's head, causing all of his blood to splatter in front of me and killing my attacker instantly, and his body dropping above my own, which had fallen to the ground. What the hell happened? Nisha’s Pov When night falls, I have already positioned myself on a building near the company that is the ideal area to conceal and shoot someone surreptitiously. While I was waiting for the right moment to assassinate him, I watched what he was doing via the binoculars and saw he was talking to someone affectionatel

Their shooters crouched behind the cover, thinking they had us pinned. They didn’t. Sandro’s brow lifted. Then, instead of shock, his lips curled into a smirk. “Well, well,” he drawled. “Didn’t know billionaires came with a weapons manual.” I locked onto my targets. “They don’t.” Then I fired. Boom. The first SUV erupted in flames. Sandro let out a low whistle. “Damn. You sure you’re not in the wrong business?” I reloaded. Fired again. Boom. Another SUV was obliterated.

The kind of shot which comes from experience, and hardwork, not even my snipers could have made it, from where we stand you can hardly see the Target's markings. Everyone that witnessed this marvel is staring in awe, everyone but Alessandra. Alessandra lowers the gun slowly like she’s done this a thousand times. Like this moment isn’t extraordinary. Like she didn’t just outshoot half the men in this building, her lips constantly twitching with a smile she won't let stick. She slowly lower brings the gun closer, and blows on it, she blows across the barrel like some old Western gunslinger, blinking at us with the sweetest smile. “I told you it wasn't hard.” she sighs boredly, “It is just like

Mayzie called. “Lock yourself,” Sandro said as Mayzie quickly rushed to the phone and dialed. While Sandro was fighting the man who swung the knife at him, he shot him again but no bleeding. The bastard was very much armored. He threw the vase at him. He grabbed the laundry pole swinging it and twirling it, thrusting the point forward. The assassin was very much staring at the door to his mate. “Don’t come out!” He shouted at Mayzie. But then, his mate opened the door and shot the assassin right in the head with the shotgun. Sandro coughed upon smelling the powder. He froze seeing the head shattered on their unit.

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.

The sub-level shooting range hummed with a sterile, metallic scent, the air thick with anticipation. Dante’s hands guided mine over the cool metal of the Sig Sauer again. "Breathe," he commanded, his voice a low rumble against my ear, a stark contrast to the rough grip his other hand held on my waist, caging me against his solid form. "Steady. Control the recoil." My fingers tightened on the grip, the familiar thrum of the weapon vibrating through me. I pulled the trigger, the shot echoing sharply, a solid hit on the target, slightly high. A gasp escaped my lips, cut short as Dante’s mouth descended, his lips meeting mine in a deep, possessive kiss that sent a tremor through me. It was a rew

I nearly screamed, “Sarissa, are you fucking crazy?!” “Relax, nobody's shooting anyone,” she stops, then adds, “Hopefully.” She stuffs the gun back in and looks at me straightly, “Look, I won't have to shoot anyone if everything goes according to plan. Busy best believe if anything happens to you, I'm blowing this fucking place off.” Sarissa looks dead serious. It scares me. “Game's on, princess. We've got a wife to snatch and a heart to conquer. Let's go!” She turns me around and shoves me forward and I almost stumble as I launch ahead.

She couldn't be in any danger. In fact he had not expected Samantha to react so quickly in such a chaotic situation that she would block in front of him and take bullets for him in such a short period of time. If he was not wrong, the assassin used a barret m82 snipper riffler. It was a long range sniffing weapon that was widely used in many countries. It could be used to attack those rny soldiers who were hiding behind the wall. It's powerful ammunition could even penetrate bricks and concrete, it could easily penetrate human bodies.