Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

"On the count of three, we yell fuck them!" "It's your sister and brother-in-law," Nate laughed, finally feeling awake as he pulled the shot closer. She winked. "That's the fun in it. Ready, one two three..." "Fuck them!" They both cheered before tilting their heads backwards and taking the shot. *** Even though he would never admit it, Melle was hot and always considered hot. She had ginger curls that fell all the way to her lower back, right above her butt. She was slim, shrinking waist from all the corset training she had done, tanned legs that she toned in the gym since it was the only thing she was willing to workout.

The shot came before thought. The Marino soldier’s shout hadn’t even finished leaving his throat when Sasha’s body moved—faster than reason, faster than fear. She pivoted on her heel, dress snapping like silver flame, one hand diving to the holster strapped high on her thigh beneath the folds of satin. The gun cleared leather with a whisper. One step around Nico. One squeeze of the trigger. A single suppressed shot cut the air. The man’s body jerked once and fell backward, a neat hole blooming dark at the center of his forehead. He hit the carpet without sound, his pistol clattering against the marble like an afterthought.

I was panting when I reached the end of the corridor and opened the door leading to the basement. Lalaine is the epitome of a beautiful woman. She looked gorgeous in her black sleeveless dress, moving fluidly as she ran to Sky, an unmistakable personality of an elite and a classy woman. With her, Sky didn’t need to get drunk to look at her with desire and… love.

Gaby fired the remaining bullets with explosive madness. Her movements as fluid as a child who had just discovered her favorite toy. Each time she pulled the trigger, there was no loud bang because she was using a silencer, increasing her satisfaction because the only sound that followed each shot was the scream of her target, Narsha. Her laughter, which had been low and intermittent, now broke out, echoing in the dark room. She continued to point the gun at Narsha, wanting to finish her off right in front of Dexter. However, the bullets she fired rained down on Dexter, who was standing protecting Narsha.

She run towards them, recoiling when two bullets grazed her upper arm and taking her shot and when she was able to get hold of one gunman, she turned him around and used him as her shield, pointing her gun at his cheek. “Believe me, I have all day for his slow death,” she told them coldly. She pointed her gun towards the sniper and let out a shot. A hanging decorative light, crashed on the ground. “Where is Saood?!” Alex’s eyes narrowed at them when one taunted her in Arabic. She responded back at him immediately and smirk when he looked stunned for a few seconds. “I’m not one of his bimbos,” she added in Arabic. The man she is holding spat out a curse and Alex kicked him behind with her kne

‘Only when someone comes after those I love,’ he says fiercely. I hear shots ring out and I scream as I see the bullets aimed at me and Ishir, coming our way. A moment later, they are being diverted, arcing around me before being slung back toward hunters. They scream and dive, trying to escape, but some dive toward Ishir and he swipes at them with his huge paws or grabs them with his giant teeth, puncturing holes in them before ripping them apart. Their screams and pain are music to my ears, but they aren’t Oliver. They aren’t the one who initiated this. They may have participated in hurting my son and the other shifters that I can see Kaylani searching for now, but they aren’t the mastermi

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

The slide of the zipper was a loud rasp in the room. "Shoes," he murmured in her ear and nipped her ear lobe. Shoes? What kind of shoes? Then she realized he wanted her to get rid of the ones she had on. Clutching his arms for support, she stepped out of them and kicked them away. At once, he grasped the waist of her jeans and tugged them down her legs. Again she used him for balance as she lifted her feet so he could toss the garment. She was left in only a pair of tiny satin bikini panties, edged in the same lace as the bra.

I reminded myself to breathe, looking around again for any sign of danger. Where's Cassien? The thought sprouted in my head. Who was the shot aimed at? There's still screaming, but for some reasons the heavy beats of my heart was louder in my ears than any scream. Dresses were being ripped apart, as the millionaires, top class wealthy and people of power were trying to get to safety. Cassien. I could see him, trying to hold off two men who had jumped him. He had only a dagger in his hand. I looked closer to see that it was the dagger from the other night. My lips almost curved into a smile if not for the fact that he was struggling to keep them off. I refocused my target on one of the men at

Saber says. From Viper’s body cam, I watch Saber and Hellfire race into the building a couple of steps behind Striker. All three of them are dodging bullets from the shooter. “Vivienne, turn your body so I can watch the shooter,” I say. “Tracker, check the back from Vespa’s body cam,” I tell her. “Already on it.” I see movement from the corner of the roof again, then the shooter screams as he goes flying off the roof, landing in an ugly splat on the concrete.