Novel & Cerita Sniper X Reader

Nixon sighs, "If you come out with your hands up, we'll spare you." "Right." The sniper quickly responds, his rifle peeking over the rock before he fires. Nixon jumps off the cliff back to the ground below next to Tsuki and Hinata. Nixon groans, clutching his back in pain as the bullet had already long since passed. The sniper begins to pant wildly, curling up into a ball and grasping onto their leg as hard as they could. They dig their face into the snow, eye peeking through the hole in their makeshift mask, watching as Seth approaches.

Snipers. I spotted one on the rooftop ahead, his rifle aimed directly at Damian. Without hesitation, I lifted my gun and fired. The shot struck the sniper’s shoulder, causing him to falter, but not enough to take him down. He readjusted quickly, his aim shifting—toward me. Before he could pull the trigger, Damian’s bullet tore through his skull, sending his lifeless body toppling over the edge. “Stay close,” Damian ordered, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the cover.

Lucas grabbed his jacket and threw him onto the floor. “Who sent you?” The sniper laughed. “You're asking the wrong question.” Lucas pressed him against the floor. “Who sent you?” The man smiled. “You're getting closer.” “To what?” “The truth.” Lucas tightened his grip. “What truth?” The sniper suddenly bit down. Lucas realized what was happening. “Don't!” The man's body went limp. Lucas searched his mouth. Too late. Poison. Another dead end. Xavier arrived seconds later. “Milord!”

the sniper snarled and snickered. “Argh!” Rocco groaned, forcing himself up and charging at the sniper. The sniper pushed him back down and held out his handgun. “In your next life, never cross my path,” the sniper said and shot Rocco straight in the head. “Argh…!” I screamed from my hidden position. The sniper’s eyes turned in my direction. I ran off again, pushing past the trees. He ran after me. The bullet from his shootings hit every piece of the tree I passed by. I bent my head, dodging each bullet while grunting for freedom. While running, I stumbled over a rock and fell, rolling along and screaming. I rolled till I hit my head against a big rock and everything went blank.

Rain looked down at the gun in her hand and she made a choice. She unpinned the locks or the car door and opened it, as soon as she did, she aimed the gun at the sniper. Alexander’s eyes widened and he ducked just in time for both Rain and the sniper to fire. Rain felt her shoulder being pushed back by some unknown pressure but that didn’t distract her from seeing the bullet hit the sniper in the middle of his head. His eyes widened in shock before they glazed over and he fell backwards. It was like she was numb at that moment and everything single thing and person had gone silent, even the trees...even the echoes of the gunshots.

Tere asked. I reached for the message on the table and smirked. “Yes, the sniper pointed the laser at his eyes as a warning. He shot me as a warning. Need not to know. That’s what it means.” “They were getting too close. WE were getting too close,” Zia seconded. Tere stood up and declared, “The sniper is Dandelion. He wouldn’t stop us from getting too close if he isn’t the highest-ranking person in the organization.” Same thoughts, VP, same thoughts.

My body tilted to the floor, giving me a perfect view of the man above me, watching his jaw clench tightly. I pulled myself upright as Binny lunged toward the fallen weapon. Xahen gripped the helm with one hand and hoisted himself over my body in a single powerful motion, using a band of shadow to yank the rifle back toward himself. Binny’s fire responded instantly, wrapping the extended shadow-hand in a winding, burning vine. The shadows flickered and then dissipated under the assault. Binny reached the rifle first, snatched it up, aimed, and fired. The shot hit Xahen cleanly in the shoulder.

Push him far enough, and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. When life and death were on the line, who had the luxury of worrying about whether the sword should stay sheathed? People like that—give them even the greatest powers, and they'd still die horribly. Ray kept searching, and soon, a smile appeared on his face. He'd found a sniper rifle. Sniper rounds were different from standard rifle ammunition—faster, with far greater penetration. To be honest, what Ray really wanted was an RPG or a heavy machine gun. Even a regular machine gun would do in a pinch.

"The sniper... he’s using cold-iron rounds... they’re designed for us." ​"I'm done running, Julian," I said, my voice vibrating with a frequency that made the pebbles on the beach dance. ​I stood up. The violet Scythe in my hand wasn't just a weapon; it felt like an extension of my nervous system. I could feel the sniper’s heartbeat through the air, a rhythmic thump-thump from a ledge three hundred yards up the cliff. ​I didn't need a gun. I didn't even need to be close.

FIND OUT IN THE BOOK 2" THE END?... TO BE CONTINUED! ___&&____ Insights from Book 2 Title: Tinted to the Sniper's Dons Daisy Vipers, the offspring of Lilith and Thierry Vipers, is a 22-year-old businesswoman in the city and a secret assassin known and feared in mob society. She has everything a good life could offer, but she lacks true love.