Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

The first shot rang out like a thunderclap, and chaos descended upon the room. Demon moved with lethal precision, his gun spitting fire as he took down two of Adonis's men before they could even react. Ashley, fueled by a cocktail of fear and adrenaline, followed suit. Her hands trembled, but she forced herself to stay steady, to focus on the faces of the men who would kill her without a second thought.

she apologized as Tommy hummed before taking the gun away. Returning with a different gun, Jasmine admires the specific gun with admiration, "This is a sniper, you seem to like this one, " he said as Jasmine nodded, "It looks cool, " she said as Tommy nodded, "It is, but it takes a lot of training to master this gun, " he said as Jasmine nodded.

Knowing that none of the men could get there at this time, they needn’t be told that these were assassins. Cassandra fired the first shot and a groan was heard, “fuck! How did they know?” One of the assassins groaned. Before the others could fire, Jenna and Cassandra fired multiple times, five men were down but they were out of bullets and began to refill. Doctor Sarah was so scared; she was shivering and screaming at the sound of every gunshot, all through when more footsteps were heard. “Fucken assholes, they are just women!” One of the injured men yelled when Juliet fired the gun Cassandra gave her. There were more coming and had gotten close. One of them reached Ariana and Sarah, grabbin

Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.

she shouted, her voice steady. Kai floored it, weaving through traffic, but a spike strip shredded their tires, forcing them off the road. They abandoned the SUV, sprinting into an alley, their guns blazing. The gunmen—masked, Syndicate tattoos visible—pursued, but Kai and Gianna’s teamwork was lethal, their shots dropping two before they slipped into a maze of warehouses.

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

“I told her not to, but I didn’t know Grace planned to kill both of us.” “Shut up!” the gunman snapped, his patience running thin. He raised his weapon again, pointing it at Sasha. “I'm tired of your whining. Take off your clothes.” Sasha stared at him, her mind recoiling. “No,” she said, her voice hard. “I won’t.” The man’s face twisted into anger. “I said take them off!” He raised his gun again and fired.

With a heavy, mechanical clunk, the back of the oven rotated, revealing a vertical rack of blackened steel. ​Assault rifles. Flash-bangs. Ceramic plating. And my favorite—the long-range suppressed "Widow-Maker" sniper rifle that had been my signature during the Paris Purge. ​I stripped the silk robe, standing naked for a fraction of a second in the red light before pulling on a charcoal-gray tactical bodysuit. I cinched the belt, checked the mags, and felt the familiar weight of the "Huntress" settling over my shoulders like a shroud. The baker was dead. Long live the Queen.

"If Sofia's in there, she's armed." "Probably." Alessandro checked his gun. "Which is why you stay behind us. We clear the room, you handle the tech. Understood?" Carlo nodded, pale but steady. Alessandro kicked the door. It exploded inward. The hacker—thin, twenties, wearing a Metallica shirt—spun from his desk, hands flying up. Sofia stood by the window, phone in one hand, gun in the other. She fired. The bullet sparked off the door frame. Alessandro returned fire. Sofia dove behind a filing cabinet.

Others, however, were getting more and more naughty, as Cass got more and more comfortable with taking pictures of herself for me. Thursday she sent me three photos while I was at work. One she took was in front of a mirror, wearing red workout tights and a baggy t-shirt in the gym, showing off her muscled, juicy thighs, with the caption 'Workout done!'. Following up right after with something completely new from Cass. She had turned her back to the mirror, twisted her upper body, and snapped a photo of her tights-clad ass. Man, with the lighting hitting her ass just perfectly, really showing the spandex stretching across her firm, wide-hipped ass. The text said, "And here's some buns!"