Squidward With A Gun Novels & Stories

He kept on shouting, I stared at my wristwatch. His five seconds are up. I raised my jacket and brought out the gun tug in my waistband, his eyes widened as I pressed the gun on his forehead.

They recoiled from the pain stumbling back. "You shit." They pointed the gun in Sophie's and Scarlett's direction. I grabbed the heavy cash register and threw it on chubbies head. "I'm trying to protect my friends here. Keep your eyes on me." I told them. The slimmer one faced me, his hood slipping off to reveal a deadly scar. "Gladly.”

He warned. Tide ignored him and turned back around, his SoulPearl pulling him toward that door he was reaching for the first time but the sound of a gun clicking concerned him so much he turned and faced the men once again but the third man pulled the trigger making the gunshot ring throughout the entire warehouse followed by the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of fresh blue merman's blood steadily dripping from an open wound in Tide's bare chest and unto the dirty Warehouse floor. Tide didn't even move, he didn't flinch from the bullet wound that was starting to heal slowly. Annoyed now, he met their gaze as his green eyes began to glow in anger.

My eyes blurred, and every sound around me dulled into a distant hum. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode. My eyes darted around, and I saw another guy completely dressed in a hoodie that hid his features. His gaze was fixed on one spot, and my eyes followed his line of sight. He was staring directly at Tony with an intensity that made my skin crawl. And in his hand, I saw something that made my blood turn to ice. A gun. He was trying to position it perfectly to get his target, waiting for the right moment so he wouldn't miss. Tony and the thug were still wrestling, throwing punches at each other. Then Tony got the upper hand, knocking the guy to the ground and delivering

Julian whispered beside his cousin. Marcus looked around to insoect their location.They were on a cornered side, away from the main street and hidden from any stray eyes. "And the kids are outside," Julian whispered again. "I think they are on recess now, you can't…" "Shut it, Julian," Marcus snapped. He brought out his gun and opened his hand to one of his men. He was handed a long black tubular object which he screwed to the barrel of his gun. He pointed it at Giovanni's son and pressed the trigger twice. The sound was suppressed, like the sound of someone slapping the wall. The young man slumped like a sack of potatoes.

From possessiveness downright to obsessiveness. “Here,” he fishes his gun from the waistband of his sweats. I saw it, but assumed it was here for me. Most of his men are staring in awe, and I'm no exception. There is no instance you'll see a ln ordinary woman holding a gun and Capo just handed his housewife a gun. “Just watch, I'm going to shoot just lie in paintball.” she grins, holding his hand like she's in one of those fashion magazines.

I take a lunge while trying to maintain as much stability as I can. "Are you ready?" Arthur declares. He raises his gun into the clear sky and points it at the hurricane's eye. “Set.” He grins. The gun then fires.

I doubted my decision. Marcus was standing in the doorway, staring into. The relief over his face told me that my wife was safe. I peered in. Sylvia lowered her gun. "I thought someone attacked." She put the gun back there. "Hello, there!" Edwardo's gaze trained on her. "Ed! Is that you?" She looked at him with wild eyes. "You look perfectly fine." This time it was a whisper. I motioned everyone to be out of the room. Speedboats would reach us in a few minutes. We have to take them down in the woods or near shore.

the man barked. He was huge—shoulders like barrels, a gut straining against his shirt. His neck melted into his chest, thick fingers still clenched around Sea’s wrist. My gaze dragged from Sea’s trembling hand, up to his bloated face. I didn’t think. I moved. My hand went to the holster beneath my suit jacket. In one swift movement, I pulled my gun and fired. Sea screamed. The shot missed by inches. I gritted my teeth, fired again. This time it hit—his thigh exploded in red as he staggered back, howling.

He fired once — missed. I ducked behind a stack of crates. “Marco!” Sarah screamed. I peeked out. Marcel had his arm around her neck, gun pressed to her head. One wrong move, and— “Drop it!” he shouted. “Drop the fucking gun, Marco!” I froze, gun still raised, finger on the trigger. “I’ll do it,” he said, voice shaky but loud. “I’ll fucking do it, I swear. One twitch and your queen’s gone. Just like that.”