Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

Sometimes I'd think she defy me just to be punished later. The Russians looked at me and Marius, their hands were quick to draw guns and point them at me and my guard when Tessa pulled out her shiny new toys and shot two guys in the head before anyone realized what she was doing. Marius was next, he easily breaks the neck of one of the guys standing close to him then moves swiftly to his buddy. Bodies were dropping while the crowds went crazy as they circled us. They were leaving the game for a bloodier massacre happening within the vicinity.

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

"If you're not fighting, stay out of the way." Maya hesitated, her wide eyes darting between Damian and the advancing shadows. Then she ducked behind a cluster of old crates, her face pale. Sage didn’t have time to question her. The first attacker burst into view, dressed in black tactical gear, a rifle raised. Without hesitation, Sage squeezed the trigger, her shots hitting their mark. The man dropped, his weapon clattering to the floor. “More incoming!” Elias shouted from his position. Three more figures emerged, firing as they advanced. Sage pressed herself against the wall, her breathing steady despite the storm of bullets. Damian returned fire, his aim precise, his movements calculated.

I sucked in breath, dust filling my mouth. More shots followed close, sharp, echoing off the crates like they were being fired from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “Three shooters,” Cassian said. “Maybe four.” He peeked out, fired twice. Someone yelled. I shifted positions and shot at another silhouette moving between crates. But everything was happening too fast. My pulse was too loud. My thoughts were too messy. And then one shot hit close enough that it rang in my ear. My shoulder slammed the crate. I hissed.

How come he never looked at him with such rapture? “The sniper is a Shooter.” Fynn declared, “And neither a well-known figure nor a previous offender, otherwise we would have had his power signature in our database.” Shooters had the power to move things with their minds. They were named Shooters because they found it hard to move things slowly and had trouble changing the direction of movement. Due to this, when they used their power to move things, it often resulted in those things shooting in a specific direction. “The glint that you guys saw wasn’t a sniper rifle scope but probably some kind of magnifying lens that would allow him to see you better. Such as binoculars or a telescopic len

Her heart race rapidly as she tried checking herself if she was hit by the bullet, but got to know that the lady wasn’t the one who shot. The lady’s body landed on the floor, as Cassandra came into view. She had pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through the lady’s forehead, and it was shocking for a newbie to have a straight target, despite the distance she was in taking that shot. Brittany’s mouth was still open in shock when Cassandra walked closer, picking up the lady’s gun and threw it at Brittany. She caught it with ease, still gaping at her. “Why you finding it hard handling this Sissy?” She asked, putting in a new cartridge as she removes the first one which was empty. Brittany n

Claire cried out in pain as the bullet tore through her arm, the force throwing her violently against the wall behind her. “Claire!” I screamed in horror, my entire body freezing as I watched her collapse to the ground. Then I saw who fired the shot. Kassandrah stood a few feet away from us, holding the gun lazily in one hand while a cruel smirk spread across her face. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she slowly approached us, completely unfazed by the chaos around her. “Well, well, Ali,” she said mockingly, tilting her head slightly. “Looks like you’ve found yourself a new little friend, huh?”

Snatching the semi-automatic pistol, the familiar warmth of having a gun in my hand ignited a buzzing under my skin, excitement sparking within my blood. Everyone was struggling, unprepared for such a competition but Cassandra was a fucking mess. Her bright pink attire was blinding and her inability to choose was laughable, they were all the same standard – nothing special about the guns, only the person who wields it. She glances at me, marvelling the gun in my hand. A wicked smirk plays on my lips as I cock the pistol and in one smooth motion – I aim it at her. My finger hovers over the trigger, itching to pull it. Cassandra pales, wide-eyed and stricken with fear that her skin is almost t

maybe even more so, with his lean frame and that dangerous curve of his lips that promised things no one dared speak aloud. Cassie’s body was a weapon too, tall, lithe, with curves that whispered promises beneath her midnight-black silk dress. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, outlining the swell of her breasts, the slender arch of her back, the sharp curve of her hips. Her skin was smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the dark silk that traced her every move. Tonight, she was the hunter, and the prey was about to fall.

“Did you sleep with him?” “What?” She pushed against him. “That’s disgusting—” Tanner grabbed the neck of her t-shirt and yanked, tearing it from her shoulder, and turned her throat toward the light, scanning — she didn’t know what he was looking for, some mark she didn’t have, some evidence of something she didn’t understand. He looked at one side and then the other and his breathing was coming faster now, ragged and furious. “You brought him here.” He hit her again, open hand, splitting her lip. The copper taste flooded her mouth immediately. “To my house. I’ll kill you. I should have let her take you. I should have killed you when she left you here.”