Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

But maybe because she still wasn't used to doing fast movements with her new body, Maya kept grazing the bullet as she rolled over to hide behind another wall. Maya didn't stop at all as she immediately pointed her gun at the person who had shot her. Maya's movements were so smooth and fast, that one of the assassins didn't have enough time to react when Maya managed to shoot him right in the head. His body staggered after being shot, before falling to the floor with a loud thud.

I was about to say goodbye to Mira, Jazper Ray’s secretary, when the elevator doors slid open. I froze. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I blurted. Why are all of Jazper Ray’s exes suddenly reappearing? Sassy stepped out, smiling wickedly, her arms full of baby toys, pillows, and other random things. “Hell-o, Audrey.” She dragged out the “o,” making it sound exactly like hell—perfect for her personality. Unlike Ericka, Sassy never hid her sharp tongue.

"You will stand here and wait." Cassandra narrowed her eyes, her expression darkening. "I do not wait for anyone." The man let out a deep, ugly laugh that rattled in his chest. "You think you can just walk into this building and demand an audience with him? You think you are special, woman?" "I think you should move out of my way right now." The man took a step forward, extending his large hand to grab her shoulder forcefully. "Listen to me—" Cassandra reacted instantly. Her right hand slipped into the inner pocket of her heavy coat and pulled out a small black handgun equipped with a suppressor. She pressed the barrel flat against the guard's sternum and pulled the trigger once. The quiet s

“The dog child of the mighty Perses can’t fight his own battles? Send a pussy to do it for you? Two can play that game.” “INCOMING!” Saint yells. The woman snaps her fingers with a loud popping crackle. Klay freezes mid-lunge, but the photographer isn’t affected. He pulls a gun from his waistband and points it at me. It feels like I’m moving through quicksand as I turn away, covering Codi with my body. The shooter is less than six feet away. This is going to hurt. I brace myself for the impact from such a short range.

He shouted to his comrades. "Ok, boss." "'HI," I said with a smile. I slowly got out of the pole where I'm hiding. I could see the astonishment on their faces. "Who are you?" Question of one of them. It pointed the handgun at me. "Me?" I pointedr myself. "I'm your mother ... mother fucker," I sarcastically replied to them. I immediately grabbed the gun from behind me. I fell and rolled when one of them fired. When I stood up, the bullet hit him in the forehead. One down.

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

I ease the car into the parking space of the shooting range and step out. “I want to burn some steam before meeting the man. Don't want to blow his brains out.” Sasha sniggered at that then we walked into the shooting range. “Miss Karamazov, welcome. You didn't tell us you would be coming,” Zayn, the owner of the shooting range said, coming to greet me. "I don't need to inform you of my comings and goings, Zayn,” I replied him, smiling sweetly. I rolled my eyes and picked up a gun and loaded it. Closing my eyes and targeting, I shot and hit the mark perfectly.

No one is to lay a hand on her. "Here's a little motivation." I swiftly grab the gun that has been tucked behind me, in my pants. It's loaded with silver bullets, lethal to werewolves. Before anyone could blink, I randomly shot one of Russell's team members in the head. I watch as his lifeless body falls to the ground, leaving a crimson puddle that's most certainly going to stain my new and expensive rug. I walk back to my desk to put the gun down and then turn to watch the color drain from their faces, the horror that fills their eyes, the fear that is consuming their entire being.

A slow smile curled her lips. “So you’re Boss Trent?” “I am, and—” Bang! The rest of his words choked off as he collapsed to one knee, glass crunching beneath him. Everyone froze. When did she shoot? Skye stood poised, holding a long, sleek black pistol. A custom piece, modified with a silencer. None of the men had even seen her move. Only Sam realized—the moment she slipped the gun from his waistband. In one smooth motion, she’d drawn, aimed, and fired—straight into Boss Trent’s leg.

You weren't any good with a scalpel the first time you picked one up. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. "How do you know?" No one is good the first time they try something. "Maybe I'm a prodigy." Maybe, but you're definitely not a shooting prodigy. He unhooked the target and held it up. She'd used an entire clip and hit her target twice, neither bullet actually hitting the person's outline on the target. "I think you got mine too." Shaun turned to find Saskia standing behind her. Her pulse picked up as she noticed the gun held low at Saskia's side. She looked more mature than usual, standing there in ripped blue jeans and a pink hoodie, blue earmuffs around her neck and her gun