Squidward With A Gun Novels & Stories

I fucking saw red. I grabbed a small mic that connected to Terrell and the rest of the crew. “We’ve got a snake in the walls. Seal the exits. Nobody gets out.” I disconnected the line and stood, then reached for my gun in the drawer beneath my shelf. I had just found the Answer. While Ricardo screamed and p,ayed a clown in a bloody circus, his minions fucking infiltrated my home.

Shaun murmured. Fatima set the cat on the ground and he immediately set about licking himself, disgruntlement at his forcible removal from the couch ruffling his composure. Saskia strode to the locker and started digging through it. She pulled a gun out, checked the chamber then reached for a box of bullets. She loaded the gun with quick precise movements, then tucked it into her waistband. She looked at Shaun with a raised eyebrow holding up another gun. Shaun shook her head. She might be learning about the mafia, but she was nowhere close to wanting to use a weapon.

I grabbed his arm only to find his gun was already out, aimed at the nearest attacker. “Relax.” He gave a smile, one without a shred of warmth. “While I was killing people in Sicily, these clowns were still learning how to hold a gun.” Gunfire erupted. Marcus fired two shots without hesitation. Two men dropped instantly, blood splattering across the dusty floor. The remaining attackers unleashed a hail of bullets, sparks flying where rounds slammed against metal racks. I followed Marcus’s men toward the back exit. “Don’t look back! Go!” His shout echoed behind us.

The man escorting him on jetski said, bursting out laughing. As he placed the small magnetic device on the side of the superyacht, Sedar slapped him on the back of the head. He flinched as he heard a gun cock next to his ear, silently cursing as he slowly turned his head and stared down the barrel of the gun. "It's simple, big boy." The gun's owner said through gritted teeth. "If you want to see the big man with both eyes still in working form, I suggest you come with me and do as you're told so no one gets hurt."

However, they need not fear many predators from the wild if they live in civilisation. “We have guns to protect ourselves against animals that are naturally more powerful than us,” he explained when Aqua asked if they wouldn’t get eaten by the land version of sharks. Aqua couldn’t understand what a gun was. However, Dawn only explained it as the weapon that almost killed him when she first found him. It was something that made a loud noise and could pierce through almost anything, including cars. Hearing that, Aqua turned pale. Dawn thanked his dead parents for not pulling the gun out of his hoodie pocket while he was explaining. The mermaid had enough on her plate as it was.

"Come out. I just want to talk" He took a few steps back and began tapping his foot on the foot. The underboss waited for five minutes before Karim, the tech genius, of the mayor appeared from the building with a shotgun pointed at him. Luca did not flinch, instead, he let out an offensive feeble, "Look at you, all dolled up with a gun whose recoil will toss you miles away. You're holding it the wrong way"

He squeezed. I panicked. Pure, blind animal panic took over. My own hands flew up, scratching and clawing at his wrist, but his skin might as well have been stone. I couldn’t breathe. Not even a little bit. Black dots swarmed in front of my eyes, dancing and growing. As I struggled, my vision blurring and tunneling into a dark circle, I saw it. In the open crook of his jacket. A gun, tucked neatly into his waistband. The metal was dull, not shiny. It looked heavy and deadly.

“I know exactly who he is. A man who’s made mistakes but never stops fighting for the people he loves. Something you’ll never understand.” Marcus laughed, but there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. “You think love saves anyone in our world? You’re naïve.” A sound behind them made everyone turn. From the shadows, Adrian emerged—soaked, tense, and holding a gun. “Drop the remote, Marcus,” he ordered. Marcus smirked. “Ah, the loyal assistant. You always did have a death wish.” Adrian’s gaze flickered briefly toward Damian, who gave the slightest nod.

"I'm not leaving until I help fix that." Marcus studied my face for a long moment. "You could get yourself killed." "Maybe. But at least it'll be for the right reason this time." I walked toward the door. "Vivian." I turned back. Marcus reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, holding it out to me. "Point and pull the trigger," he said. "Don't hesitate. Don't think about it. Just do it if you have to." I took it. It was heavier than I expected.