Squidward With A Gun Novels & Stories

Her eyes plead — I won't accept it. I wrench the door open. The next kick grazes my leg — I dodge. Sofia slams it shut behind us. "Get the gun," one of the men orders. I raise it, pointing at both thug. "One more step and I shoot." They exchange a glance, lift their hands, and back away. "He's a coward. He won't shoot." One of them shouts and lunges forward. "Catch him!" I fire. The bullet rips into his thigh. He collapses, groaning.

A slow, deep chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. I wasn’t afraid of a lot of things. But Quentin Sinclair? He terrified me. He stood up to his full height. “Iris,” he said, amusement lacing his voice. “You’re making this more difficult than it has to be.” I lifted my chin. “I won’t leave him.” Quentin sighed, shaking his head like he was disappointed. “Oh, you will,” he murmured. “One way or another.” And then, he pulled out a gun from the waistband of his slacks. One that I hadn’t even noticed was there.

"His fucking presence is disgusting me." Marcus snapped his head toward the front, trying to find his leverage, and let out a bitter laugh. "So you were in on this too? Damn, and after I already had master plans on breaking in that pussy of yours." He smirked, trying to regain his dominant posture. "But don't you worry. My dick will definitely punish that pussy real soon." "Okay, dude. Let's see if your dick even lives to see tomorrow morning," I barked back. Right on cue, Sophia reached into her waistband and pulled out a heavy, matte-black handgun, shoving the barrel straight into the center of his forehead.

Patricia tugged his sleeves, jutting her bottom lip out. “ No, we will leave this place after I won something.” Patricia groaned, throwing her head back. With a fixed stare on the board, Marco grabbed the gun that wasn't like a normal gun that one has to cocked, this one has a button on it. Marco flexed his arms and he said “ Let's play the game.” A buzz sounded and the board started moving in circles.

But right then, I could feel it clearly. Beyond the pain, the skin around my eye was turning red and starting to itch. That wasn't normal. There had to be something else mixed into that water gun. The thought sent an involuntary shiver through me. The young man with the stab wound on his hand was shouting now, furious. "You all saw how hard this little brat went at me, right? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Spray the gun, right now, or we're dragging you to the station ourselves!"