Novel & Cerita Sniper X Reader

The door creaked. Her eyes flew open, body jerking upright. Jax slipped inside, a shadow among shadows. His chest heaved, eyes sharp, gun still hot in his hand. “You—” Her words caught, relief flooding her so hard she almost collapsed. “Are you—?” “Not mine.” He jerked his chin toward the woods. “But I put one of theirs down. The other pulled back.” “The other?” she echoed weakly. “Snipers work in pairs. Spotter and trigger. The bastard with the scope’s still out there. Watching.”

He tightened his grip on her neck and leaned closer, his lips grazing her ears. "Ever heard the story of the rabbit and the snake? You'll be sorry, Harper. After I've ruined you, bit.. by.. bit," he whispered, his words deep and stinging, then he pushed her off and she gasped, falling on the floor. The look of horror on her face showed she knew Xavier meant every word. Xavier walked out of the room, and out of X-World Entertainment. He got into his car, ignited the engine and drove off.

His eye’s scan me as he holds me we ease having caught me with perfection. “Are you hurt?” His voice is low, vulnerable. I can’t speak…words have escaped me as euphoric tingles erupt all over my body from his touch…and I mean everywhere. I shake my head before he gently places me down, once again scanning me for injury before moving to Kit on the ground, just as Josie pulls a bullet from his chest and places it in Jaxon’s palm. It was long and thin..I know those bullets. “Sniper bullets!” Jaxon’s hellish roar sending a vibration through to my very bones.

Carson removed the safety of the sniper rifle. In the whole squad, Carson had the highest grade when it came to using long-ranged weaponry so he was equipped with a powerful sniper rifle. While it couldn’t kill a hunter or conduit in one shot, it could deliver a hefty amount of damage. Carson thought of the hibernating hunter. Could concentrated sniper rifle shots make it take enough damage to force it to hibernate? Carson looked at the gun in his hands. As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him.

What was going on? Felix “Hunter” Martin ran for his life for the next twenty minutes. Oritha would be a few steps behind him as Sasha’s bullets rained on him from afar. He’d never understood the fearsomeness of an agile sniper until today. Sasha “Two Shots” Angeloff was not an opponent to scoff at, especially in her unspoken teamwork with the Amazonian.

Lilian dashed forward swiftly. Kiran circled from one o'clock to eleven o'clock. The sniper at eleven, quick to react, tried to retreat. The nine o'clock sniper fired at Kiran to cover the eleven o'clock sniper’s escape. Kiran's body vanished suddenly, reappearing in front of the eleven o'clock sniper. Shocked, the sniper hesitated, his eyes wide with fear. Bang! Kiran knocked him out. The nine o'clock sniper tried to shoot, but Kiran’s silver needle hit his forehead, killing him. The sniper, who failed to kill Kiran, was himself killed by Kiran.

Someone from outside—the sniper, her brain gamely supplied, they’d said there was a contract this week, didn’t expect it so soon—cycled the bolt on a rifle, icy-precise. Wyn’s breath lit the air between them, little puffs of pure terror. Xander’s pupils were murder, narrowed and sharp-shining, and his hand squeezed Wyn’s neck shoulder-tight until the kid blinked back into reality. “We’ve got to move,” he hissed. Below, the stairwell filled with boot-thumps and the sound of Morgan’s voice, pitching orders in that frosted, minister’s calm she deployed for open wounds and close calls. Carolina clawed to her knees, vision throbbing, and levered Wyn up by the collar.

Percy yelled out and the guy's hand froze on the image, as well as every other person in the room as their eyes focused on the image the black guy has his pointer on. " Not that, the one on its left, " Percy directed when he realized the guy's pointer was on the wrong image. The dark guy moved his pointer to the left and then zoomed in on the right image. The name Snipper was written under the guy with buzz-cut amber hair color, piercing green eyes, sharp cheekbones, strong square jaw, slightly wide neck covered in tattoos, and a pale skin complexion. He is twenty-eight years old Sniper is a former military discharge cause of a knee injury turned gun for higher just to survive recruited by t

Mauler left, and Sniper's eyes turned sour as she watched her sister go. "You just have to wait and watch then," Sniper said, her voice dripping with malice. She fell onto her bed, and brought out her phone, which was full of photos of Venom. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with obsession, as she stared at the pictures. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. She stripped herself naked and stood in front of the photos, touching herself while moaning Venom's name.

His claws extended, gleaming in the moonlight, and he drove them straight into the man's shoulder. The scream that followed made my stomach turn. "I'll ask again." Damien twisted his hand, and the sniper convulsed. "Who. Sent. You?" "Luca lives through us!" The sniper gasped. "We swore revenge! We're not going to stop until—" Damien didn't let him finish. His claws ripped across the man's throat in one brutal swipe. Blood sprayed across the ground. The body crumpled. I couldn't breathe. The silence that followed pressed down like a weight.