Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped, “T-The owner of this mall?!” Oh you are so dumb, Sunny. This demon here is a CEO, okay? Not just a mere CEO but the richest CEO in the country. Damon first went inside a boutique where dresses, most are pink in color were being displayed. He was taking every dress from the stall and checks if it suits me. “Here, try wearing these and we’ll see what suits you.” He said as he handed me five pink dresses with different styles. “Wait, why do I have to wear them? And what are you planning to do?” I asked him.

She held Megan's throat tightly and Megan began to whimper. "Let me go, let me go." She cried. Sassy let go of her and she quickly picked up the gun and fired another bullet, and this time she didn't miss her target. She tried to phase into her wolf, but her wolf was not responding. Sassy squatted on the floor, with her blood pouring out. Megan's aim was shaky, so she was shot in her thigh, which to an extent, was still a delicate area. Megan rubbed her burning throat and kicked Sassy's chin. She tried to fire again, but the gun was out of bullets. She turned the gun and hit Sassy's head multiple times with it.

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

It was better to accept the charity first and think later. The blonde girl with blue eyes looked at her target. In her many years as an assassin who made herself a name in the underworld as “Two Shots”, this was the first time someone escaped her sights. Sasha Angeloff was a prodigy with guns ever since she was young. The maiden of only 16 years of age was the best in her field. Ordinary snipers had to camp in a good location and conceal themselves but not her. Sasha’s speciality was high mobility sniping. It was also why she could toy with her targets and fire a warning shot first before firing a second to kill.

Maxwell said, “I’ve reviewed the CCTV footage. The gunshot came from a car that sped off right after the attack. From the footage shooter is recognized to be a known assassin named Ryder. It’s clear someone paid him to target Mrs. Jessica.” William clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “Find out who hired him,” he said coldly. “Bring them to me. I don’t care if it’s dead or alive.” ________ «Breaking News: Good evening, I'm Emery Harper and this is a special report. We have shocking news coming in from the scene of a disturbing incident involving a well-known actress. Jessica Belles, a rising star in the entertainment industry, was shot in front of Newman Tec. Inc, a technology com

The ground burned my skin as I snatched the twin sawed-off shotguns strapped behind Draven’s fallen belt. I spun around with a grin. “Toodles,” I whispered, and fired. Boom. Boom. Her body jerked mid-air as the blast shredded through her wrists and thighs. She screamed, crashing down with a pitiful thud. But I wasn’t done. Cassara lunged toward Draven with a wild scream, blades drawn. I didn’t flinch. I turned, aimed and boom. Boom. Right in her knees and elbow joints. She dropped like a marionette with cut strings.

She laughed, sarcasm clearly coated inside, "OK," Serena said in something that sounded like a tone of surrender. But she wasn't giving up yet. She had to leave to go and think of other ways to torture this girl and get what she wanted out of her. She couldn't kill her. She could only hurt her as bad as she wanted. That was why she made sure not to hit any vital organs when she shot Jasmine in the leg. She would torture her to insanity but would not kill her. She got up to her feet and started walking out. Then, she stopped, turned around and fired another bullet to to Jasmine's other leg,

But times changed, he supposed. Jack drawled, “Then I’m assuming you’d like to help me keep her alive long enough to do more shows. The shooter was aiming at her.” Jack turned to the other woman. “Morgan, this is Alyssa Devereaux, owner of Sexy Sirens. The most famous—or infamous—gentleman’s club in southern Louisiana, depending on your point of view.”

Sasha scoffed again, "He'll do anything for his precious little Taylor, and you're one lucky bitch, aren't you? All that ends today, the fucking luck." Taylor heard Sasha cock the gun, and she shut her eyes when Sasha pointed the gun at her. A bullet was fired, and it made Taylor jerk in fright. Expecting to feel the pain, she stood upright and held a light groan instead. When Taylor opened her eyes, it was Sasha who was on her knees with her hands covered in her blood, and Bryan was standing behind Sasha.