Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise? I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen. "Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something. His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.

"All of the shots taken with the handheld camera--which was your phone, by the way--were POV, so our faces aren't in them. The wide-shot cameras were aimed to cut off our heads most of the time, but when any of us shows up--like when I ate your pussy or James blew his load in your face--we can do some zooming and cropping so only critical elements show up like having just my mouth and your pussy fill the screen." The thought of that close-up image--and the memory of it happening--intensified the buzz in Darlene's pussy. "Oh, my God! I can't wait to see the final cut!" she said. Although the two women managed to resurrect James's cock one more time in the shower, they all agreed that it was t

And In cases like this-there's only two options. Suddenly, the predator shove its fingers into Mel's chest, she grunts with her eyes wide open. Mel spout blood from her mouth as It pulled out its bloodstained hand quickly to make another strike. I throw my rifle aside, and grab my shotgun, aiming at the predator's hand. It fingers splatters as I pulled the trigger. Without hesitating, I fired again, peeling off half of its cheeks. The shotgun seems to be more effective than my rifle's tiny bullets.

**Stefano’s POV** The gunshot still rang in my ears, a sharp, metallic hum that vibrated inside my skull. It drowned out the sound of my own ragged breathing. I stared at the red stain spreading across the white marble floor, watching the life drain from Joel in a slow, silent crawl.

Leah's Pov The sound of gunshots made me stir, I opened my eyes to see my dark surroundings. I was leaning against a tree, opposite the house. At the balcony, my mom had a rifle aiming at something. My eyes followed her aim to see Reuben, or more like his shadow, dodging her shots. They seemed to be having a conversation but my ears were ringing so loud, I had to shut my eyes as she released another perfectly aimed bullet and it pierced into Reuben's knee.

Paolo shouted through the line as the sound of his own shotgun started booming from the lower trenches. "I see him and he's already dead," I muttered, and I didn't feel any hesitation or any of the old sickness in my throat as I watched the man's chest cave in through my crosshairs because every drop of blood they spilled on the asphalt was just a small down payment for what they did to my friends at the churchyard. "Matteo, you need to slow down your rhythm because you're burning through the special magazine too fast and we don't have another crate of these heavy rounds at the base," Alessia’s voice suddenly cut into the frequency from her position near the lower gate.

The summer afternoon sun was scorching, making me dizzy and disoriented. Before I knew it, I had arrived near the library, and my footsteps stopped as if guided by some unseen force. I stood at the library entrance and heard two security guards talking in low voices. "That shooter's aim was really accurate. It didn't seem like a random shot at all." "Exactly, I've watched the surveillance footage several times. It was like he specifically targeted that student." I felt my heart skip a beat. So, Alex's death wasn't an accidental injury—it was premeditated.

Bullets chewed through the steel containers around them, throwing a shower of yellow sparks into the rainy dark. Julian didn't flinch. He stepped into the open, his massive frame a solid wall of iron and leather. He fired. The concussive, deafening BOOM of his shotgun tore the night to shreds, the blast throwing the leading Vanguard mercenary clean over the safety railing to plunge into the dark water below.

THIRD PERSON POV Sitting at the end of the sofa, Steven Sadman opened his eyes wide, completely losing the rigidity of his athlete's posture. He felt that his blood was heating up at a destructive speed, rising in a dense wave of heat through his chest, while a heavy and purely animal pressure began to form in his lower part, tensing his jeans. The football team captain saw the scene as if the entire living room of the villa suddenly passed in slow motion: Riley undressing in front of him with a looseness that bordered on obscenity, leaving exposed a matte black two-piece mini bikini that barely covered her essential areas.

[Elena's POV] The mountain wind died. Suddenly, Noah snapped the barrel of the Beretta shotgun shut. The metallic clack cut through the silence. He spun on his heel, raised the wooden stock to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger. The explosion shattered the quiet reserve. The smell of sulfur and burning gunpowder flooded the air. The bearded boss shrieked. He dropped to his knees, throwing his hands over his head. The buckshot grazed the very top of his scalp, leaving a bloody trench in his hair before obliterating the marble statue standing ten feet behind him.