Novel & Cerita Smutshots

The sun had gone down over the horizon hence the dim lights were limiting her acute sight. “Who’s there? What do you want?” Samantha shouted against the darkened forest. The sound carried on against the darkened pine forest as she stood her ground. There was no movement after she called out toward the shrubbery. However, her acute hearing was picking out a low howling and a snarl that traveled across the darkness.

I woke up the next morning in my usual cheerful self well, as cheerful as I could get. After I came home from the meat shop I took a hot shower to cleanse my skin from the splatters of blood, promising myself to take another hot shower in the morning to totally get rid of the smell. Once I was done, I skipped down the stairs to eat a quick breakfast. Mom must have gone to work while I am still in the shower. A five-dollar bill was pinned on the wall near the fridge together with a note.

I saw smith place his colt pistol on the chest of the infected he was struggling with and sent two quick shots at it's chest, it staggered backward and not giving chances, Smith put another bullet in it's head. Smith ran over to the forklift and climbed it over to the smaller wall as I followed suit, he gave me cover fire together with Austin and Lorenzo as i climbed the forklift too. I landed safely on the other side and started picking off my targets with each shot from my F2000. "Don't shoot something you can't hit, a bullet equals to a dead body" I said at the top of my voice "Don't waste your bullets, we have less ammo" I added as we continue shooting the on coming horde. The breach the

“We’re not dying in a basement. Let’s move.” We bolted through the rear exit. Tamar clutched her recorder to her chest, blood trailing from a cut on her temple. Outside, a drone hovered—red lights pulsing like a heartbeat. Liam aimed and fired. It dropped like a rock. “Tamar,” Freya shouted, “do you still have the footage?” “Safe and sent,” she rasped, tapping her lens. “I broadcasted it on a live channel just before the blackout.” I blinked. “Then it’s out?”

The smell of wet earth and pine lingers, mixin’ with the sharp bite of blood and medicine. The minutes stretch into hours. No one speaks. And then— A weak groan. My breath catches as Mo’s fingers twitch. His eyelids flutter, strugglin’ to open. Chet is at his side in an instant. "Mo?" A shudderin’ breath escapes him, and then his voice, barely above a whisper—"Did we win?" Relief crashes over me like a tidal wave. I let out a choked laugh, swipin’ at my tears. "You stubborn fool. Of course we won."

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.

Kimberly looked at the horizontal scar that ran across the man’s left cheek which was a constant reminder of one of the missions they had embarked upon. A suicide bomber had ran into her team, causing most of them to take shrapnels to their limbs and torsos. She was lucky to have come out unscathed. “Look over there” Their guide said pointing to a cloud of dust from afar. Kimberly immediately looked into her binoculars and saw a vehicle speedingly approaching the huts, while leaving a trail of dust behind. The childen stopped their game and watched the old pickup truck come to a halt. Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over the

The omega cut off as Lexus’s finger’s rammed right against it. The alpha seemed to have no intentions of teasing him at this point as he continued to hammer into Azrin’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy. The omega wailed, unable to keep his eyes open any longer and he thrusted himself backwards against the alpha’s hand in hard uncoordinated bursts. It wasn’t long before the omega was coming apart at the seams.

Since she was a useless woman and he could not wait to kill her to take revenge, then it would be best for him to just end her miserable life! “Three…” As the final word was uttered, he cocked the gun in his hand! Bang! The sound of a gunshot went off, shocking all the guests at the scene so much that they all covered their heads and hid behind the chairs. Tammy jumped. She stared unblinkingly at Sharon. Was she dead? No one saw what the expression on Simon’s face was like at the moment of the gunshot. Currently, his expression was still grim and scarily calm. Everyone thought that Trevor had fired the shot and killed Sharon.

Lupus couldn’t hold his anger back any longer. He had seen just how terrifying Harvey was after getting beaten up before. “Do it! Shoot him!” The disciples of the Smalt Sect chuckled coldly, stepping forward with firearms in hand. Bang, bang, bang! Before they could even do anything, Romina had already pulled the trigger. Her shots were very accurate; every single bullet pierced right through the disciples’ wrists. The firearms fall to the ground, and the impact of the bullets was so strong that they sent the disciples flying. It was a wretched sight.