Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

He dodged it and she ran towards him like a tigress, arms outstretched to grab the barrel of the shotgun. The explosion of sound made me scream. My eardrums humming in agony as terrified bats soared into the night sky. Pearl lay on the floor, her chest peppered with pellets, her screaming dulled by my pounding eadrumrs. Numb, helpless I watched as Viktor swiftly pumped the shotgun, reloading it only to aim it back at Declan.

Third person POV "Fuck, let's go. Move!" Ace shouted at them when they reached the shore of the pier. He was carrying the gun in his hands, as he ran into the area. There are men on the top, firing in their direction. They shoot them one by one, the sparks of the bullet hitting the metals lightens the place.

His one arm tightly enveloping my body. Arthur smash his hand hard into the side of the cupboard retrieving a gun from inside the splintered wood. Arthur's reaction to the man rounding the counter is psyche, inevitable. He fire straight at the man with sharp precise three-round bursts that send the man falling to the ground. The other guy reach for Arthur's gun, but Arthur roll his hands down and away, making a quick swirl then his feet meeting the man's face. His head turn to the side from the kick and with a small snap of Arthur's hands around his neck he fall to the ground. Motionless.

“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.

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.

COLTON The SUV hit a pothole, and the resulting jolt sent a spike of agony straight up my spine that was so intense my vision whited out for a second. I bit the inside of my cheek until the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, refusing to make a sound. Beside me, Vinnie was checking the load on a sawed-off shotgun, his movements casual, practised. The other three men in the car were silent statues of impending violence. This was their Tuesday night. For me, it was the end of the world.

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