Smutshots Novels & Stories

Mickey My life was a mess. I was beating myself up everyday and at the same time was still trying to put myself together over what happened. But still, I could not stop thinking about that text message that I have received. All day, it played on in my mind, causing havoc within me. The words kept burning inside of me like they had been carved into my skin. "I can help you get the post taken down. Meet me. You know where. If you don’t, the next post will be worse."

Smith stood up and smiled. “I volunteer as tribute” he announced with three fingers saluting in the air. I don’t get it, but Gunner laughed, so I suppose he does. “Okay” Gunner chuckled as Smith came to stand in front of us. Gunner placed his hand on Smith’s shoulder and leaned in close to his face. “Your right hand is itchy, isn’t it?” Gunner said in a low smooth voice. “Yes Master” Smith replied in a robot voice. I huffed with annoyance and Gunner smacked him across the back of the head. Smith laughed and apologised as he rubbed the spot Gunner smacked.

* Using its intimidating howl, the assist crowd suddenly lost their will to fight and slip to fall on their butts luckily Raymart saw the charge of another Tank and he jumps backward -SKILL: SMOKESCREEN- “RUN!”- Raymart, he shouted to the assist group who were fallen and sat to the ground *GROAR!* it only sweeps its hand and the thick smoke suddenly dissipates but this moment of delay was already enough for the group to retreat and leave Raymart behind “I thought I’m fighting only 1 tank but God is challenging me!”- Raymart, he jokes to his misfortune and higher his senses he looks to Jimboy, but he was not in a pleasant condition the lv2 Hunter was too much for him to solo

Which really frustrated all of us as none of us were able to understand what was exactly going on there because they were shirtless and but still none of the weapons were working on them and out of frustration I ended up snatching the weapon of one of them and soon started shooting them with the same weapon because of which they started turning into ashes as they started combusting on the spot which was also amazing

I knew telling him that would take his focus from Mama. Pimping in the South was a sensitive subject to Smitty as he saw it as a form of art and employment. Smitty turned that long-barreled pistol toward me, and before I knew it, three shots were fired; instincts kicked in to hit the ground. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I lay there for a moment, nearly stuck, trying to gather a thought; my mind continued to draw a blank. This was the definition of shock. Looking and feeling over myself, realizing I hadn’t been harmed, my mind raced as I thought about who was standing next to me when Smitty fired Isa and Izzy.

Alfi exclaimed shooting a red wave to Kiki. “Hot! Hot!” Kiki exclaimed rolling around the ground. “Amazing!” Herman exclaimed in amazement. “Incredible!” Kartika exclaimed in surprise. “Peluru Kedua: Kabut Busuk (Bullet No.2: Stink Wave)!” Alfi exclaimed shooting brown smoke at Kiki. “I can”t breathe!” Kiki exclaimed. The smoke makes him out of breath. “That”s a deadly wave for ya,” Herman said in amazement. “Why do I feel something bad will happen?” Kartika said wondering.

Her pose was deliberately provocative. Julian suddenly entered the frame. "Like this..." His fingertips slowly brushed over her arm, then her shoulder, then down toward her collarbone. Light as feathers. Teasing. Vivian's face flushed. "Julian..." "Good." Julian praised her as he pressed the shutter. His throat moved uncontrollably. The phone burned my hand like a hot coal. I dropped it, stumbled into the bathroom, and vomited until there was nothing left. As if I could somehow vomit out all the disgust and revulsion in my chest.

He was about to lean in closer to her when he saw Mara walking toward them. Mara, who was a bit protective of Jasmine, had a watchful eye on the stranger. She approached and asked, "Who's this, Jasmine?" Jasmine smiled at Simon and introduced him, "Mara, this is Simon. He's just a photographer." She noted her step sister’s skepticism but didn't understand why. Simon quickly reached out to shake Mara's hand, trying to mask his intentions. Mara gave him a firm handshake, her eyes never leaving his. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken tension as Simon found himself sandwiched between two curious werewolves.

"Oh my god, I've never seen a match at this level end in under ten minutes. They're definitely the dark horse of this tournament!" "Wait, isn't that LeoWinter's ID? I think I've seen someone streaming with a very similar playstyle before." "Yes, yes! That streamer with the really edgy name… I think it was Checkmate Zero!" Madison suddenly turned her head. "Did you say Checkmate Zero?" Her match slot was scheduled relatively late, and her coordination with Bruce had been mediocre at best over the past six months. She had originally entered this competition without much expectation of winning. But only she knew the truth. She had abandoned everything just to come here and see the streamer she

33 The Smiter The speedboat roared across the choppy water, slicing through the sea like a blade. Foam sprayed on either side as Larkam gripped the wheel, focused and grim. Trish, Scott, and Faith sat behind him, bracing themselves against the bouncing ride. Scott glanced at the large duffel bag resting between Larkam’s feet. “What’s in the bag?” “My bag of goodies,” Larkam said with a smirk. “Holy water, crucifix… and the whole shebang. Including a claymore.”