Smutshots Novels & Stories

“Winter? Babe? Hello?” He hears her shouting in the background, “leave them alone they never betrayed you!” He hears three gunshots going off in the background. ”WINTER! WINTER!” he screams. Opening his drawer, he takes out his two 9mm colts and runs out the gate. He notices the number plate of Mr. Smith. He runs as fast as he can and gets there in time. Her family is tied as Mr. Smith has his guys surrounding them, about to execute them. As Mr. Smith notices, Joshua fires nine shots at all his guys, killing six of them guys. Mr. Smith now sees that Joshua is so skilled with guns he realizes it's Lucifer's son. He sees a resemblance to the devil himself. He runs for it as his four guards try

End of flashback. He smirk grabbed his sniper and positioned it properly seemingly the battle was over because he didn't hear anything. Only they are looking for him. he smirk sighting the sniper into the 5 people on the rooftop. he adjusts the vision distance and then shot the 5 men in their heads. His long fingers quickly pulled the ripple of the sniper and he almost finished them all. His backup arrive and he rapidly get up from his position and went into the rooftop. Seemingly monster was running and climbing the opposite building to find his woman.

The road is a bit forested to look at. I gulp. Nothing else enters my mind but wrong turn the movie that Arthur, Josh and I watched back then. I just watched the sex scenes in the movie but I still see the scenes where people are getting killed then their flesh are eaten. Terrible. I haven't eaten for a few days because of that. Fuck to Josh and Arthur. They said we were watching bold then the wrong turn was shown on the screen. I clung to Miggy's arm in no time. He turns his gaze to look at me and when he saw the fear drew in my face, he laughs.

" Let's get the hell outta here." I stood up and followed him as we headed for the door. I paused and looked over my shoulder. I saw Smitten placing the long rifle in his mouth. Pepi and Umberto stood afar, watching him. Sighing, I walked out the door with Israel and shut it. The clash of gunfire told me Smitten had shot himself. I remembered walking in on that dead man. I remembered how I had waited in the room. The memories of what happened in that particular room replayed in mind like a flashback.

Burney took my hand in his as I steadied my breathing. "What did you say his injuries were?" "I didn't," Ronnie said, her voice getting a stony edge to it. He reached through the window and lifted the blanket off Mike. "Mother fu-" I screamed and Burney slammed his weight into me, shielding me from the shots aimed at Ronnie's chest. "Scorchers!" the officer yelled, putting his last two bullets through Mike's head. He sheathed his empty gun, exchanging it for the other as he grabbed Burney's door handle.

Eventually, I removed it from my finger and placed it on the tabletop. … The next morning, I gathered all my belongings and threw them into my car. I left the villa without breakfast. I drove all the way out of the city and onto the freeway. Rolling down the windows, I squinted when the chilly ocean breeze hit my face. I stared right at the sun. "Goodbye for good, Owen Mancini." I turned on the right signal and let go of the steering wheel. I stepped on the gas, and the car drove into the cliff on the right at great speed.

The summer afternoon sun was scorching, making me dizzy and disoriented. Before I knew it, I had arrived near the library, and my footsteps stopped as if guided by some unseen force. I stood at the library entrance and heard two security guards talking in low voices. "That shooter's aim was really accurate. It didn't seem like a random shot at all." "Exactly, I've watched the surveillance footage several times. It was like he specifically targeted that student." I felt my heart skip a beat. So, Alex's death wasn't an accidental injury—it was premeditated.

She laughed and cut the other side. My cry echoed through the room. “Drop your weapon,” a voice commanded. Boots thundered. The room flooded with armed men. Sirens wailed outside. “What took you so long?” Lucas said calmly. The sack was ripped from his head. He was awake. Free. Mrs Smith was dragged away screaming. When they untied me, I didn’t hesitate. I slapped Lucas across the face. The sound cracked through the room. He only smiled. And I was furious.

*Swhoosh! Zamonte was struck by a flaming arrow, its searing heat piercing his shoulder. The unexpected attack threw him off balance, momentarily halting his pursuit. The sound of another arrow slicing through the air reached Zamonte's ears, and he swiftly turned to see two more projectiles hurtling towards him. Reacting on instinct, he veered away to avoid their deadly trajectory. But... *boom!* As the Drive Ammo collided with the freshly crimsoned sand beneath their feet, a deafening explosion erupted, violently propelling Zamonte away from Shaitan. Despite just receiving takedown ammo, Ifrit remained standing, defiant, as the swirling red sand enclosed him.

He smiled as he moved his coat to show Shera something, he hadn't seen until, now. Mr. Samrat was shot. There was a gunshot wound , just three inches below where his heart was and blood was coming out of it slowly. It must have been extremely painful to fight with that gunshot but Mr. Samrat was smiling. Shera was a tough men, he never cried in his life, not even when he lost his own father but seeing that view he could not hold back his tears.