Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

“Use is this.” We all stared at him. Then, at the pistol. I wasn’t sure what kind of gun it was, but it looked old—like something pirates would use. The long barrel bore intricate carvings along the hand rest. Chevonne blinked, wiping her tear-streaked face. “Wh—what are we supposed to do with this? Are you telling us... You want us to kill them?” “No, that’s not a working gun,” Dr. Shawn said. He stood, took the pistol from the table, and examined it closely. He raised it, aiming toward the windows, then lowered it with a satisfied nod and set it back down.

Third Person’s Point of View Enzo's eyes widened when Genevieve slumped down before him. He reached for the gun in his pocket and shot aimlessly in the shooter's direction. His men surrounded him in an instant, shielding him and firing back, but they were a bit late—the shooter had already shot his leg and arm twice. "Keep him alive. I need to know who's behind this!" he ordered his men, then gave his attention back to Genevieve. "Babygirl! Babygirl! Can you hear me, babygirl?" he called, shaking her, but she didn't move as her eyes remained tightly shut.

Joel POV “You dicks ready to get out of lockdown?” the CO barks as he walks by finishing count. “Really?” Shotgun asks hopefully. Me, I never get too hopeful. When it comes to the COs in my pod, I’ll believe it when I see it. I’ve been disappointed more than once and have learned the hard way not to be too optimistic when it comes to promises from the ones in charge around here. Once the CO has passed, I flop back onto the bottom bunk and turn on a television show. Not so much for me, but Shotgun doesn't have a television and I know he will want to kill some time watching something before they hopefully let us out for breakfast.

It was a one-way trip. Shawn crouched down again, mentally calculating how many shots she'd fired versus how many the sniper had used. He rolled out of her hiding position and fired six shots at the toppled table. The gunman ducked for cover once more, but Shawn pressed his self-confidence, advancing toward him with each trigger pull until he was practically on top of him.

THIRD PERSON POV The next morning, Octavia is done shopping for groceries and is loading the bags into the back of her car. She's feeling good, enjoying the sunshine and the quiet morning atmosphere. As she's putting the last bag in, she suddenly feels something cold pressed against her back. Octavia's heart skips a beat as she realizes it's a gun. A voice whispers in her ear, "Don't move, don't scream. Just stay quiet and you won't get hurt."

Narrator's POV The conference room has transformed into a battlefield. Broken glass litters the floor. Bullet holes puncture the walls. The smell of gunpowder and blood hangs heavy in the air. And in the center of it all, six men stand in a circle, guns drawn, each pointed at another.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . . (Andrew) Shawna's POV I stayed with my hands still covering my ears in tears. He kept shooting it but non of the bullet met me. I continued pleading tho I aren't sure he was even listening to me. I stopped hearing the gun shots and I looked up to see him leaving. I made to also stand up but I started feeling extreme pain in the chest again which made me to stay put. I placed my hand on my chest and cried out more in pains.

Third Person POV Lucas kept his gaze level, flicking between the two people strapped into the chairs. He already knew the truth; the attacker’s confession had carved it into his mind like a knife, but he wanted to hear it from their own mouths. Mrs Warren exhaled, as though explaining something trivial, a charity event, a stock decision, instead of attempted murder.

She moved the gun back to the left, to where the vehicle was parked and looked into her scope where she saw a couple who frequented the place, walk past the car into the casino. A minute passed before the back door opened and Vladimir walked briskly to his car. She moved the gun slowly, as the criss cross mark in the scope traced his head, as he moved across the open space, till he got to his vehicle. The moment he stopped to open it, that was when she squeezed the trigger. A second later, the window of the car was painted with blood and brain matter as Vladimir fell to the ground. She dismantled the gun, packed the parts into the bag, and wore her wig and sunglasses, and made her way ba

"After all these years, I'm still useless." His eyes tightened in sorrow. "You've already done enough for me." I shook my head, unable to accept that. It wasn't enough. Taking advantage of the darkness, I led Zach out the back door, but just before we could escape, we were spotted by one of my father's men. In a fit of rage, my father fired a shot from the second-floor window. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air as I slowly collapsed behind Zach, shielding him. "Run!" I screamed with every ounce of strength I had left.