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.

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

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.

“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.

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!"

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

VS: Gen: g Napangisi siya. Akala ata ng Xhyro na iyon ay dahil shotgun ang gamit niya no’ng isang araw, hindi na ito magaling mag sniper. In almost 2 years of playing COD, of course she’s a flexible player. Magaling din siya sa assault rifles, SMG, pati na rin ang LMG. All these guns are obviously right up her alley as well, pero walang nakakapantay para sa kaniya sa shotgun. All it takes is a bit of gyroscope and quick moves. *gyroscope – in gaming, gamers are able to direct the moves and direction of their characters by moving their phone, tablet, etc (motion sense).

I forced back the dizzying blackness and made myself roll onto my back, saving myself from the booted heel denting the spot my head had just been. I lashed out, my foot connecting with the side of a knee cap as I fumbled for my gun. The leg gave way beneath the impact and the wretch landed on top of me, its loose hair blinding me as razor sharp teeth sunk into the front of my bare shoulder. A scream exploded in my ears, burning my throat. My frantic fingers brushed leather and my gun slid free. I angled it upwards, wedging it against a scrawny rib cage as I filled it with the last of my bullets. It - she - pulled back, the oily pools of her black eyes sucking me in, paralysing me until her b

“You wanted to wipe Chantal from existence.” “I did, and I’m sorry. Here’s your Glock—a 19C Gen4. Impressive and versatile. I’m a SIG girl myself, but this is fast and accurate.” She placed the gun slowly on the ground and backed off. “I like the reversible magazine catch—I’m a left-handed shooter.” “Why did you help kill these tangos?” “Because I want to save Chantal.” “Like I’d trust that sudden change of heart.” “You don’t have to trust me. But the longer we stand here and chit-chat, the further away Harris gets.”

They both looked cute together. "Can I play the badass shooter please? I don't wanna play the hostage. It's boring and I have been playing the role of victim all my life. Please.... please let me play the badass female shooter who saves the day by killing all the enemies. Boom! Bam! Boom! Bam! Like this. Hey, men in guns, tell them I would look good in the role of female assassin—" I began speaking but Silas' doppelganger pressed his palm against my mouth, cutting me in between.