Smutshots Novels & Stories

“And they’re not here to talk.” Matteo stiffened beside me. “I see her, that’s Svetlana in the back, beside her must be her uncle. He’s manning the light.” “Mikhail,” I growled. “Both of them got out.” “Anyone got a shot?” I asked through the comms. “Clean one on Uncle Smirnoff,” Matteo replied. “But it’s a mock gun. I fire and we lose the surprise factor.” “I got it,” Max said, steady and cold. “Firing in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

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}} [[ yes your highness ]] {{ good now let’s get to work }} Marco get’s to his vantage point and sets up his gun then nods at me to get ready, he takes aim then begins shooting all the while the others simultaneously drop the smoke bombs ensuring it’s a good distance away from Lily, I take off running towards her as bodies fall all around me from our mercury bullets, most people don’t know that mercury is even more lethal than a wooden stake to us. I skid to a stop when I get to her and Ren has her with a knife at her throat looking terrified but sinister at the same time.

Thanks to the sheer size of this over-inflated mushroom, Sasha landed six out of ten shots while Oritha waited for the adverse effects to wear off. The girls who had been working together for a while grew accustomed to each other’s working methods. While Oritha counted down for the effects to wear off, Sasha would fire shots continuously to distract the boss while changing her sniping spot and listening out for Oritha in the smoke so there would be no accidental friendly fire.

They wiped out the dripping blood from my temples and came out of the shelter, getting better access to kill them. “Capo, here.” A machine gun came flying over me. I caught it jumping over the table and ducked down to load it. BAMM BAMMMMMMM A simultaneous blast took place near the entrance, and everything was covered in white smoke. It halted their speed and stopped them at the entrance itself. I fired bullets as soon as I got a glimpse of men trying to get away from the smoke. They were crashing over the ground as the leaves fell from trees. It was so much fun, it’s been a long time since I had target practice. It was my Snowflake’s fault. She kept me busy with her.

He lies there motionless except for the rise and fall of his breath. Smith comes to loom over him, and with an air gun that came from nowhere, rapidly empties another several darts into his back. He grins up at me. “That should do the job,” he says. And then he levels the gun at me and shoots. I glance down. A fluffy red feathered dart sticks out of my breast. Once again, the world goes black. 8 MARI W

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

"One-shot headshots!" "This isn't a survival game, it's target practice!" Chloe's voice was the most excited. "Darlings! Watch this!" On screen, she raised a sniper rifle and aimed at the nearest zombie. BANG! The zombie's head exploded. Chloe immediately held up her phone for a selfie, the headless corpse in the background. "Perfect shot!" she bragged on the channel. "We should celebrate!" "Celebrate what?" Liam's voice cut in. "Our victory, of course!" Chloe giggled. "These slowpokes are no threat at all! We should have a party!"

I have to make up for the fuck up I caused, and prove I'm not dead weight out here. Liam is still smirking when he cuts past me, but I don't bite. The last thing I need is time in the penalty box, I keep my head down and my eyes locked on the puck. Their winger tries to shove Quinn against the boards, but he dodges at the last second, and flicks the puck towards me.