Sniper High Rise Invasion Novels & Stories

“You know, Baskoro… Vivian is outside. She’s waiting with snipers. The moment this key changes hands, this place becomes your grave.” Baskoro laughed coldly. “I’ve prepared an escape by sea. Give me the key!” “Take it.” Dewangga kicked the key toward him. As Baskoro bent down to pick it up, Dewangga lunged toward Sarah, trying to free her. But suddenly, the warehouse doors burst open. It wasn’t the snipers. It was Vivian herself, entering with her personal guards. She couldn’t wait outside—her possessiveness had overpowered her logic.

Glass rained down around them like deadly hail. “Stay down!” Cove barked, his voice rough and urgent. “Don’t move!” Eli’s heart hammered wildly against the cold stone tiles. “What the hell is happening? Cove—” Another gunshot rang out. Then another. And another. Bullets smacked into the glass walls and metal railing above them. The rooftop garden turned into a war zone in seconds. Cove kept Eli pinned beneath him, one arm wrapped around Eli’s head protectively. “Snipers. At least two. Maybe more. Keep your head down.”

Out of nowhere, a cup of warm Darjeeling tea appeared on the round, glass table in front of Maverick. Maverick immediately took the tea and sipped it out as he cannot stand the after-taste of the herbal soup. Disgusting! He hates it. He hates the medicine, yet he despises the Sawyer more. If not because of them, his regal and beautiful appearance will not be rendered to this pitiful state. Damn Athena and her bloodline. He swore to wipe out their existence from this world! ---------- Carina woke up because of sudden pain in her stomach. She felt her gown drenched as her amniotic water broke out.

I wasn't the 100-meter state champion two years running in high school for nothing, I hit the front door at top speed, despite my heels, Callie gasping for breath beside me before David could even reach the bar. Lifting my hand quickly, I hailed the next cab rushing down the street, and hopped in the back, pulling Callie in behind me. "11th and E Street," my voice rang out in the cab and I looked at the driver. He had dark eyes and a smirk on his hungry face. If I hadn't had the day I just had, it would have made me nervous. Now it just pissed me off. "Listen, you rape us or murder us and I guarantee you the Trivisonnos will find you and gut you before you can even say please."

She returned her phone in the pocket after scanning the old man's background and flinching upon the stingy pain. "Ouch, can you make it simple? Come on, you're too harsh on me." She groaned in discomfort after her knees slammed the tiled floor. "Position yourself, Von. We'll be starting to snipe him over." Hugh Turner tries to scope the target using his sniper. She then started up to lower herself to the window and sight the victim. They can't waste any more time on this, their superior wants to end him already.

Mya led a portion of snipers to occupy vantage points in preparation to support the operation at any moment. “Enemy invasion!” “Enemy invasion!” Bloody Rose’s warning system was triggered the moment the explosion happened. A series of noises were heard and the killers quickly gathered around the stronghold. They charged through Bloody Rose’s front door. More than five hundred people charged into the stronghold from the west side, holding up weapons in their hands to engage Ivy and the others. “Two snipers on your two o’clock. Take them out,” Bloody Rose’s ex-scouter, Emily, said through the communicator, observing everything happening in Bloody Rose while hidden in the dark.

"Freeze! Dropped your weapon and put your hands above your head right now!" Ryan instantly dropped his knees on the ground and raised his hands as instructed. Amidst this chaos, something caught his attention. There's a bloodied knife dropped beside him. His eyes widen in shock. What is that thing? What the heck is this situation? Ryan blinked his eyes again, redeeming the absurd sight he saw just now. Did he kill someone? The first time he was being transmigrated, he had, unfortunately, had been branded as a murderer by the police?

The invaders moved in, stepping over their fallen comrades, their boots wet with blood pooling beneath bodies that had dropped like broken dolls. But the moment they stepped inside, they realized their mistake. It was an execution ground. The snipers perched on the upper levels of the estate—hidden in the darkness, patient as death itself—rained precision fire upon them. A man on the left barely had time to register his fallen team before his chest exploded, a bullet ripping through his ribcage. He gasped, staggering, before collapsing onto another body. “Fall back! FALL BACK!” Panic set in. Another invader turned to flee, sprinting toward the trucks, but his head snapped back violently—half

It whittled them down, vanish, reappear somewhere they didn’t expect. Up above, I saw the glint of a rifle barrel between the balcony rails. Sniper. He had a bead on the east side, where Wade’s men were pinned. I pulled the knife from my vest, weighed it once in my hand, and flicked it. The blade sank into his thigh, deep enough to drop him to his knees. He tried to get his aim back up, but I was already halfway up the service stairs, taking them two at a time. By the time he spotted me, my hand was on his rifle. I wrenched it sideways, shoved the barrel under his jaw, and pulled the trigger. His head snapped back, and he slumped against the rail, spilling red across the polished wood.

Seeing all these up-scale people, looking lavish, and high maintenance, compared to me in my white sneakers and crippled outfit that I've worn since breakfast, my brothers were right about me blending in with the waitress. Scanning around the room once more, and into the VIP... and then it hits me! Our eyes met for the first time, and I froze. Thinking twice, making sure I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing. Ezra Sommers laid his eyes on me. ---