Squidward With A Gun Novels & Stories

I heard the oh-so-familiar voice with the busting of the door and I swirled with widened eyes. “Sidd?” I mumbled. “Let her go!” Sidd groaned at the huge man who suddenly had his gun on Sidd. “Watch out!” I squealed in terror, seeing another huge man appear behind Sidd. Before Sidd could turn, the man hit him on the head with his gun’s magazine. “Sidd!” I cried as Sidd dropped to the floor unconscious. Clap! “Well, well, well!” another familiar voice sounded from the dark corner of the warehouse. I

The SUVs behind us roared closer, their engines a deep growl that sent chills down my spine. Marcus swerved sharply, trying to shake them off, but they matched every move, determined to catch us. “Thiago,” I hissed, my voice barely audible over the chaos. “What now?” Thiago reached under his seat and pulled out a handgun. His movements were calm, methodical, as if he had done this countless times before. “We fight.”

he dropped to his knees as his gun slipped down his fingers. Godfather Marcelo and Godzilla tried firing, but Sin and Paige kicked the guns out of their hands, and they fell into the water with a loud splash. They were on their knees as they watched the clan members circle them, their hands tightened on their guns. Godzilla started laughing despite being held at gunpoint.

Narvick pleaded as Arnold pointed the gun at him. “Oh, shut up. Bring out those documents and sign them over to me.” “I can’t. They are no longer mine. They belong to my son,” Mr. Narvick spoke in a trembling voice. “Please… drop the gun.” “Oh, you think I’m joking?” Arnold pressed the trigger. A gunshot echoed through the room, sending Mr. Narvick crashing to the ground, cold and lifeless. Arnold froze in shock. He never wanted this to happen because his gun had no bullets. He saw no reason for the gun to fire.

I couldn't tell if it was ours or the merchants, but the horror grabbed me by the throat regardless. "Fuck! The men in the upper deck!" Gunner shouted, his safety still not secured. "I need to…need to…" The words trailed away from him, pupils dilating completely. Like a puppet, he turned toward the open porthole, just large enough for him to crawl out to the feasting creatures below.

Sarah shouted. But we had underestimated Marcus. His eyes lit up with a disturbing joy at seeing his daughter. In that split second, he threw a knife poised dangerously on Sarah's shoulder! My teeth clenched as I took aim and fired my gun. The bullet struck Marcus in his side, but he didn't even flinch.

Vector loomed behind Maria, his grip tight around her wrists, holding her hands firmly behind her back. Maria’s eyes were dry, but the terror on her face was unmistakable as she stared down the barrel of Vladimir’s gun, her life hanging by a thread. Vladimir’s twisted smirk stretched across his face, highlighting his malice as he drew his gun away from Maria and began to twirl it around his finger. The metallic sound echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the deafening silence that hung in the air. With his back to Maria, he fixed his gaze on Zarina, his voice dripping with venom.

"I promise. It–it won't happen again. I won't– I won't fail you again, Big Boss." Antoine smiled. "Of course. You won't." He retreated to the table, tossing the blade in a tray where other bloody tools settled. He picked up a towel, wiping off the blood on his hand, and said, "Finish him off." From the shadows of the room, a younger man in a black hoodie stepped into the dim lights with a gun in his hand. With the swift precision of a sharpshooter, he pulled the trigger and drilled a hole flawlessly between the man's eyes.

I roared. She didn't hesitate. She went limp, turning her entire weight into a dead anchor. Ivan, caught off-guard, stumbled forward, the muzzle of the Glock drifting away from her temple. I squeezed the trigger. Two rounds. The first 9mm slug shattered Ivan’s shoulder, the impact spinning him around like a rag doll. The second caught him in the meat of his thigh. He let out a gurgling, wet scream as he hit the deck, his gold gun sliding across the metal and disappearing into the black abyss of the sea.

The gun in her hand seemed to grow larger, its cold metal glinting menacingly in the dim light. "You are so disgusting!" I repeated, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. The words were a desperate plea, a desperate attempt to hold onto my dignity even as the world around me crumbled. Mika's response was swift and brutal. She moved with a sudden, predatory grace, her body a blur as she lunged forward, pushing me aside with a force that sent me stumbling backward. The gun, now pointed directly at Marco, was a chilling reminder of the power she wielded, the power she was willing to use.