Shoot Me Day 6 Novels & Stories

I reach out my arm and grab June who was on his fourth lap around the bar with a bottle of champagne. “Roh... You’re not funny Damon.” “We’re going back.” " What ? No !" Sasha exclaims. "It was not a question." June sighs, looking at Sasha. “There’s no need, Sasha.” "I do not agree." I make the two girls move forward, grabbing them by the wrists. “We’ll go back tomorrow night,” June replies. “Damon you won’t get away with this.” Sasha J. Morales Hangover and jet lag! What a fantastic combo.

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.

June crouched behind a stack of crates, her white silk dress catching the faint light. She spotted a metal pipe on the ground. The gun would be too loud, too soon. She pointed to the left; Marcus nodded in understanding. He tossed a rock to the right. The sound echoed—clang. The guards turned, alert. “What was that?” As they moved toward the noise, June sprang out, swinging the pipe with all her strength, smashing it into the first guard’s legs. He crashed to the ground, crying out in pain. Marcus tackled the second guard, slamming him hard against the wall.

There was a wall of metal sound, and then everything in my body lit up at once. I jerked my eyes open. My side was pinned under the car. That was when it landed: I had been given a second chance. A few yards away, Mason Sterling was already running toward the wreck in his rescue-squad jacket, his crew at his back. The pain in my belly was rolling out in long pulses. The blood was already coming down my thigh. I had been here before. This time I did not waste my voice begging for him to save me first.

Then a nice cold shower. “Oh, shit. That her in the window?” Rupert’s voice caught my ear and I slowly lifted my eyes. As I sat there with my legs straddling my bike, I pulled out another cigarette and slipped it between my lips as one of the guys held up a light for me. I puffed and pulled, until it was lit and burning at the end with that relaxing sizzle I always enjoyed. With Danika staring at me from her dorm room window. “Yep. That’s her,” I said.

She hugged JJ I missed you so much, so I wasn't there yesterday to welcome you, family emergency. Don't worry about it said JJ. Do you want something to drink? "Yes please." So she followed her friend to the kitchen. (Evil Voice) Do it ... Do it .....Do it .....Do it... Kill her...Kill her Kill her Little did Sora know that her right now is in DANGER! ...... So JJ pulled out a Knife and it behind his back, he talking to her normally like a friend,

Fiona and Eva rushed in behind Lionel. "Oh my… Aster, are Nate and Cece… really gone?" Fiona gasped. "Are you happy now, Fiona?" I hissed, grabbing the vase nearby and smashing it against her head. Fiona screamed and instinctively hid behind Lionel. This time, Lionel did not shield her. He just stood there in shock, muttering, "No, this can't be true…" Blood began trickling down Fiona's forehead where the vase had struck her.

That day, I hadn't a clue what it was that we were smoking, only that every inhalation burned my lungs like a thousand bee stings and set my throat on fire. I knew there were tears in my eyes; that watery curtain had distorted my sight, but I persisted. Hell, I wasn’t about to allow him to think I was a coward. He’d already sworn at me for refusing to take the charity box from the local shop. There was a fine rain falling, cold and unpleasant as it soaked through my thin hoodie, and I shifted into the gloom of the bridge. It smelled awful, and I feared the fungal spores would invade my body and attack my insides as much as the cigarette.

*Swhoosh! Zamonte was struck by a flaming arrow, its searing heat piercing his shoulder. The unexpected attack threw him off balance, momentarily halting his pursuit. The sound of another arrow slicing through the air reached Zamonte's ears, and he swiftly turned to see two more projectiles hurtling towards him. Reacting on instinct, he veered away to avoid their deadly trajectory. But... *boom!* As the Drive Ammo collided with the freshly crimsoned sand beneath their feet, a deafening explosion erupted, violently propelling Zamonte away from Shaitan. Despite just receiving takedown ammo, Ifrit remained standing, defiant, as the swirling red sand enclosed him.

I tossed the torch right between the three of them without waiting for the cleric's response. I then declared righteously, "I'll be the bad guy if that's what it takes! I can't just stand here and watch my own family turn into vengeful spirits and hurt people. If you have any resentment, you can direct it at me, Mom, Dad, and Draco!" Upon seeing the torch actually thrown at them, the three of them scrambled out of the coffin, rolling and crawling in a hurry. Unfortunately, because that basin of water earlier had been so scalding hot, Mom was badly injured and struggled to move, so the fire still singed her long hair. She lunged at me as she hopped around, trying to extinguish the fire in her