Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

I was hugging my mate thanking the moon goddess that she is alive I saw my mate release from hug and pushed me I heard a gun shot and my mate falling to the ground. I became blank I rushed to hold her closely to my arms “Jessica! Jessica!" her eyes were closing she looked at me smiled “ Thank you for showing me genuine love. I am glad you are okay, if anything happens to you. I don't what I will do” she touch me face gently “ Jessica pls don't close your eyes, stay with me" She lost consciousness

I grabbed them and sucked hard on her fat nipples. Mary moved behind us, scratching my balls and licking my shaft and Gigi’s stretched asshole while we fucked. Gigi shifted, smashing her massive tits into my face as she kept bouncing. She came hard, her pussy squirting all over my abs while my cock was buried deep in her ass. I felt another huge load building. Mary rushed around to film as I exploded, flooding Gigi’s guts with thick cum. Gigi finally climbed off. Mary licked my cock and her friend’s leaking asshole clean.

I peered around the door, gun steady, breath steady. The shooter moved fast—they knew what they were doing. Not sloppy. Not impulsive. Professional. That meant someone hired them. My finger tightened on the trigger. But the shooter stopped firing. Instead, they reached into their jackets. My muscles locked, I expected another weapon. Instead? They pulled out…a fabric. No—not fabric. An anklet. Sienna’s anklet. Her kind of anklet. My stomach dropped. My heart stopped. Every muscle in my body went electric.

Her hatred for cops. “Pow! Pow! Pow!”, the .8 caliber fired three rounds at her just when she ran through the bend at the end of the poorly lit, dark alley. The shooter knew he didn’t miss. He’d spent a life time in the service of the Castros, and he knew well enough that three bullets would be more than enough to kill their chaser. Or maim them, to think the least, but she kept coming, seemingly unharmed by the damage done to her by the hot shots fired at close range.

Alessa sighed in satisfaction as the cool water from the shower head cascaded down her body and her mind drifted to the events of earlier. She had a strong feeling, felt it deep in her bones, that Isabelle won’t allow her earlier behavior to slide. She’s the type that loves control and Alessa’s behavior earlier had made it seem like she didn’t have that. Alessa was scrubbing her body absentmindedly when the hairs at the back of her neck stood and it was not because of the cold bath she was having. Instinctively, she reached for the top drawer and pulled out her gun, aiming at the intruder.

I asked, holding the gun out. She eyed it like a viper. Then, slowly, took it. We stood in the firing lane. A single paper target downrange. “Take your time,” I said softly. “Aim center mass. Don’t overthink it.” She exhaled. Raised the gun. Her arms shook. Her finger hovered near the trigger. A beat passed. Then another. And then— Bang. The shot echoed. The casing hit the ground. The room went still. Alessia lowered the weapon, blinking like she couldn’t believe it was over.

The five inch long dart zipped through the air and hit the old woman’s shoulder. “You!” Edmund’s expression turned pale, and he gasped, “Why in the fucking hell did you shoot her?” “Weren’t you going to execute her? What’s the big deal with me firing the first shot?” Handing the crossbow back to Edmund, she patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I didn’t hit any vitals. You can still shoot her chest and claim the credit for this execution.” Pin drop silence! For the next few minutes, nobody spoke or moved. They were all just too stunned to react.

the man gasped in awe, before Torch hit him “Slasher has her sarong; she can wrap it around your hand.” “I’m fine” Torch grunted and wiped his hand onto his pants. I looked over to the other person at the park, to see Slasher glancing at us. She was wearing a flower one-piece swimsuit, with a red and orange sarong wrapped around her waist. Her Band was decorated with bright beads; more wrapped around a large sunhat that shaded her stern face. When I looked past Slasher, I saw Assassin poke his head from around a stall further up. When he noticed that I had spotted him, he quickly disappeared.

But I school my anger and control my feelings. Ammi is still holding a gun in her hand at her. I glance at the painful expressions on Aasif's face. His raged and scared gaze meets my fury. "They took Sas," His voice is steady, hands fisted. "Tell them, Yuvaan. They took Shelly too," She laughs again, "Your dear wife," I launch at her, clenching my gun at my side. I trust my gun in her laughing mouth. Her laugh dies, eyes widen in terror. Her hands begin to shake badly.