Shotgun Pov Romane & Geschichten

Third Person POV Gavin was halfway to the door when he heard the click. The unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. He stopped and turned around slowly. Sophia stood ten feet behind him, with a pistol in her shaking hands. Pointed directly at his chest. “Just who the hell do you think you are, Gavin?” Her voice was shrill and hysterical. Nothing like the composed woman she always pretended to be. her eyes were wild. Unhinged. “You think you’re better than us?” she continued. The gun wavered but stayed trained on him. “Who are you to take away centuries of work? You belong to us! To this family! To ME!”

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW The duel between Khrystyanna and Shannon is finally happening. The people involved with the two ladies are the only one who knows what this duel really is. That is why Damian started to manipulate the images the students will 'witness'. Instead of a bloody fight, he made an illusion that it really is the usual duel that people usually imagine and watch while hiding the fact that these are the punishment rights for the sinner like Shannon. The only who can see the true battle is Damian, Leonard, and the members of the SSG along with Cedric and Mikael.

They’re low on ammo, I can tell by the way they’re pacing their shots. I pick my target—a big guy barking orders, probably the leader. I aim my gun and without as much as a breath,I fire. The shot catches him in the shoulder, and he staggers, shouting. The others turn, confused, and Zero and Shadow strike, taking out two more.

Zayne had the audacity to ask me such a stupid question, how would he even think. “Oh! The safety is turned off.” I realised why the gun had just been going off and addressed it. I turned the safety back on as then took it to my hand and looked through the stupid scope that had been stupidly welded unto it. Who the hell adds a scope to a shot gun. My target was true and the wind drew on the spit I had paced on my hand. “Pow!” finally, an intentional shot that hit my target. “Sir, she’s bleeding profusely.” Zayne said as he rushed to the bleeding woman that I had just gunned down.

THIRD PERSON POV “I'd be damned if I let these bastards kill me.” She cursed under her breath and pulled out a gun. She could see the driver's look of horror. He looked terrified…very terrified. “You need to get me out of this place alive.” She announced and he stepped on the gas.

Third Person's POV: Isabel awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open to a dimly lit room. Gradually, the shadows surrendered to reveal the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air that lingered like a ghostly echo. As the darkness reluctantly unveiled its secrets, a rush of memories flooded Isabel's mind, a chilling encore of terror. There it was—the moment she was coerced by Mason to pull the trigger. The room echoed with the gunshot, and then, a void. A blank canvas of consciousness.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV "Let’s see your true identity. " I said while I fired several shots at him, hitting his arms and legs. He was bleeding heavily and couldn't move. I had no reason to let him survive this. I yanked his hood off. I saw that he was a man.

POV Petal I smirked as I looked at the startled, angry and scared faces of the Lost Boys. They really weren't expecting this. The looks on their faces when I pulled a gun on Shooter and then again when they realized they were surrounded were amazing but when Laddie and his crew pulled out the other group of the Lost Boys I could see defeat in most eyes and let me just say, it was worth the wait.

REX'S POV The gun feels heavy in my hand, a cold extension of my anger. My heart pounds as I steady my breath, the weight of everything pressing on me. I raise the pistol, aim at the target a few feet ahead, and pull the trigger. The shot rings out, sharp and piercing, cutting through the silence around me. The bullet hits the edge of the bullseye. Close, but not perfect. Story of my life.

he said frowning, thinking hard, closing it again. "I used to go hunting with him, well, just to observe of course. But I can remember how he used to manoeuvre it." Turning the muzzle towards his face, he peeped through it, checking if it was clean, then turned it around again, holding it from the wooden grip. Smiling at us, he placed the shotgun on the table, making a thud sound. "Are you all in for the plan?" He asked, looking at everyone. Luka's POV