Novel & Cerita Shoot Me Day 6

Gunshot. Directly at me.

“I am June. I’ve been calling your number. Remember the day I left Frederick’s house? I called you because he cheated on me. You were with your ex again. I left the hotel, went to eat, and then I was shot. I died, Blue. I felt it. But when I woke up I was in this body. I am married to the man who shot me. I don’t know where my real body is. I don’t know what is happening. Please believe me.” Blue sat very still. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. You’re saying you are my friend June and you are inside Chloe McCoy’s body? You were shot? I… I don’t understand. Are you sure you’re okay?” “I know you think I’m crazy,” I whispered, tears falling faster. “But I’m not. Ask me anything. Anything only Jun

I don’t even bother changing first. Screw water. I need something sharper. I grab the half-empty bottle of tequila, unscrew the cap, and take a long, reckless shot — the shot that burns all the way down and makes you blink twice. I slam the bottle back on the shelf and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Breathe, June. Just keep breathing. I tell myself. I kick my heels off lazily, and move to my room, but I then, I freeze, because I hear something.

Their baby cried loudly, piercing the night. "AMBULANCE! QUICK! QUICK!" Edgar shouted to his team, his voice nearly desperate. And then, to the shooter: “And you! I fire you! Meet me at the base camp after you return!” Edgar’s voice trembled, full of burning anger. How could an amateur shooter infiltrate his security detail? With his remaining strength, Jonathan raised his trembling hand, touching Harley’s tear-streaked cheek. Their eyes met — full of pain, regret, and unspoken love.

I snap his hands, grabbing the knife, it tears my palm but I grin even wilder as I feel the pain. “What a fool,” I tell him, snapping his neck. “The girl should be in the car,” a man shouts. I don't bother looking, shooting at the direction of his voice. A bike comes crashing down and I hear his partner screaming. I shoot him too. Six down, six to go. Disposing of the other six is easy, I get a few scratches but it's nothing fatal so far. The last man screams, coming at me with a small axe. I sidestep him, kicking his knees out. He stumbles and I kick the other knee,bringing him in front of me. I know we are directly on line with Lyla. She could see everything from the car.

“It’s not like we’re playing early. Game’s after six tomorrow, plenty of time for my hangover to wear off.” I nod, satisfied. We push off and get back to training. The hours fly. By the time we wrap up, I’m drained and sweating through my gear, but I brought everything with me so I can shower and get ready here instead of rushing around later.

Chapter 150 Homecoming Week: Wednesday is finally ending “ALRIGHT NOW WE ARE ON TO ONE OF THE TOP SHOOTERS THIS EVENING! SHE DID REALLY WELL WHEN IT WAS JUST ONE SAND PLATE, BUT HOW WILL SHE DO WHEN IT IS FIVE ALL AT ONCE!” The announcer, said in excitement. This was the most he has had in years. Essence picked up the shotgun and cocked it. “She's going to use the shotgun, there is no way she will be able to reload that gun in time to hit the other three sand plate. She is going to lose the extra points she could get.” Some of the crowd said, wondering why Essence would choose that gun. Kymoni walked in front of her so she could watch her friend shot. Essence shook her arms and flexed her ha

I shot him a cold look and fired back, "And I'm telling you for the last time—I'm not apologizing. Maybe I'd think about it if she was on her knees at my kid's grave begging for forgiveness!" As soon as I finished speaking, Julian slapped me across the face. The sound of it rang in the air. I felt blood start to trickle from the corner of my mouth. Before I could say anything, he yanked a handful of my hair and, with one harsh shove, sent me tumbling down the same stairs Vera had just fallen down.

The omega cut off as Lexus’s finger’s rammed right against it. The alpha seemed to have no intentions of teasing him at this point as he continued to hammer into Azrin’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy. The omega wailed, unable to keep his eyes open any longer and he thrusted himself backwards against the alpha’s hand in hard uncoordinated bursts. It wasn’t long before the omega was coming apart at the seams.