Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

I am fucking sure of it! Third Person's Point of View Shin started firing at the enemies. She started aiming at the enemies and she made sure that the bullet would hit the middle of both eyes of the enemies. In other words a clear headshot. Shin first killed the enemies who were on the top of the building, on the rooftop. The snipers were stationed there and he was sure that if he didn't knock him out first he would be the first. He carefully studied the information his computer had gathered about free souls.

Third Person POV River was full of anger as he saw Chaos laying on the ground, he immediately pulled the trigger of his gun to Marl head one of Labrets loyal men. River wants to spend all his bullets on Marl even though he is already lifeless but his eyes immediately look at the snipper that is aiming a shot to Chaos and Peace again. He runs as fast as he can, he will never let Chaos take all this pain when he causes already so much pain to him and he deserves all of this, that’s what’s in his mind as he uses his body as a shield for them letting bullets shoot him at his back. He gathered all the strength he still has and helped Peace full Chaos behind the car that can be shield from the bul

“Keeps life interesting.” We spotted a clearing ahead—an old barn, leaning and forgotten, offering cover. Travis killed the engine, and we slipped out of the car, moving like shadows. The first hunter stepped into the clearing, gun raised. I ducked instinctively, knife flashing. Travis struck the second, his movements precise, almost effortless. The hunters weren’t novices—they were skilled, relentless. Every parry, every strike, every evasion was a test, and the fog and broken light made it almost impossible to anticipate their moves.

"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

I couldn't even talk to a girl without him getting worked up. I slipped out my gun from my belt and pointed it at her head. "what do you say? Should I pull the trigger? " I questioned. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and her voice was cracking as she tried to speak up. "Please... Please Zayn," she begged vehemently. I stared at her for a while and slipped back the gun inside my pant. I was feeling generous. "Run as fast as you can. " I sneered and she took off before I could complete my sentence.

Letharia's POV I ran past the sun-struck buildings with a gun in my left hand and a bag of food in the right. I looked past my shoulder to see one man chasing me until his very last breath. I grabbed my gun, turned around, and shot 3 rounds of bullets, each one hitting his chest. I stopped running; I then walked back, taking the camera from my back pocket, taking a picture of the man I killed, innocent or not.

This shot punches through one of Pink Bunny’s plastic eyes, shattering it, and the furry flops backward, gun clattering to the pavement. Angry Fox spins and yanks the trigger of his rifle, so violently that the barrel jerks up and the first burst clatters over the Mountain’s head. Big Jim pivots on his heel and fires three times at Angry Fox, but the shots sing wide, cracking the rear window of a mini-car.

Lucas’s POV The muffled gunshot echoes in my ears, a sharp crack that freezes the blood in my veins. I stagger back, my hand flying to my chest, expecting to feel the wet warmth of blood, but there’s nothing just the pounding of my heart. The figure in the doorway lowers the silenced pistol, their face obscured by the shadows, but their posture is calm, deliberate, like a predator who’s already claimed their kill. My eyes dart past them, searching for the target, and I see it: a body slumped in the grass just outside the cabin’s back door, motionless, blood pooling beneath them. My stomach churns. Who’s dead? Emily? One of Julian’s men? Or someone else entirely?

Alex’s pov The gun went off between us. The sound still lives in my bones. For a split second after the shot, everything stopped. I remember staring down at my chest, waiting to see red bloom across my shirt and to feel the pain of a bullet tearing through me. I saw blood alright……Dark and spreading but It just wasn’t mine. Havelock’s body jerked once beneath me. His eyes went wide with shock, not pain at first, just disbelief and his fingers loosened on the gun.

THIRD PERSON POV The barrel of the gun felt cold as it pressed against the back of her neck. “You move too quietly for a woman who’s supposed to be scared, chica,” a low voice rumbled behind her. Valeria “Val” Cruz didn’t flinch. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat she was sure he could hear, but her voice was steady as stone. “Maybe you just don’t know many scared women, Rico.” The pressure of the gun vanished. She turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the man who had just emerged from the shadows of the warehouse. Rico was the gatekeeper, all muscle and menace. But he wasn’t her target.