Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

He released the safety on his rifle and pulled the trigger. Bang!!! The gunshot startled those on the streets, sending them scrambling for cover. "Come to Daddy!!!" "Hahaha! Rondoniers are the best! Draco will be a lifeless corpse soon!" "Hahaha! We've won, you Novemton piece of trash!" Everyone anxiously waited for Adrian’s head to blow up. As the bullet sped toward Adrian, they thought they were superior beings with outstanding skills. Yet, Adrian was still standing five seconds after the shot was fired. He simply kept walking forward as though the bullet had vanished in mid-air.

he said and he got up nearing at them. “Fuck, you almost killed me ducker,!” his friend Exclaimed who was leaning on the wall while Stretching his arms and there is a little paper in his side which is they need to hit that paper without hurting him. “Let me try,” he said took the one dagger, and threw it into the target. “I am still the shooter one,” he said while looking at the Target.

CHAPTER 2 The engine of my car revved as I charged straight at the delinquents. My headlights flashed at them and in seconds they scattered like flies. In a swift turn, I drifted at the curve barely missing the white minivan parked at the other side of the street. One of the masked thugs clenched the girl’s arm to keep her put. He had a dragon tattoo on his forearm and spoke in Greek to his accomplices. I pulled down the windows of the passenger’s seat and pointed my Jennings J 22 rifle straight to his forehead. His face was drained of blood as he stood frozen like a deer in headlights.

The dust slowly dissipated and Clyde's eyes widened when he saw the devil in person- Aurelio. All of the men in there pointed their guns at Aurelio but he just smirked. "It's pathetic of you all to think you stand a chance against us" Aurelio said. "Us?" Bonnie muttered and almost immediately, gunshots were what filled the room. Aurelio brought out his gun and shot down the bearded man before he could move. Aurelio's strength is his speed and he's a sharp shooter.. He never miss his target. Saint was see on the upper floor with his sniper, gunning them down one after the other in the dark.

A Berretta 92. Dad’s service pistol. Brian grinned at John. “You got somethin else in mind?” “Hell yes. An seein as how Conner here’s got such a hard-on for the A-rab, he can help this time, or . . . ” John aimed at him and mimed pulling the trigger. “Blammo. Cause that’s what we do to traitors during wartime. Right, dipshit?” Connor said nothing, just looked away and shivered. ***

He heard his employer say, "The position of his heart is very unique, unlike ordinary people on the left, his is on the right side. You can only hit his heart to completely end him. Remember, one strike must be accurate, never give him a chance to survive." "If he were to come back alive, then all of us would be kicked into hell by him." "You killed him. It wasn't illegal. Even though it was a gamble." The gunman stared intently at Theo. When Theo and Thea arrived at the car, Theo gallantly opened the car door for Thea, and she climbed inside. At this moment, there were no more distractions in the target seen through the scope.

"What about you? Since you've been here you haven't mentioned one guy you might be seeing back home, or even scoped out the merchandise when you're here at the pub." "I seem to have a knack for attracting losers. Not like your situation," she added quickly. "Mine are plain, old-fashioned jerks. I'm on a non-male diet." Sophia's lips widened into a smile, and she inclined her head toward the door. "I'd go off my diet if someone like that was served up to me."

My body reacts instantly. No hesitation. No fear. Just action. I move. Fast. Sharp. Efficient. Not like before. Better. Cleaner. Deadlier. “Threat detected.” I don’t think. I don’t question. I just move. A figure steps into view— armed— searching. I strike first. Low. Precise. Silent. He doesn’t even have time to react. He drops. Unconscious. Or worse. I don’t check. I don’t care.

As they rounded the bend, the sounds of gunfire were heard much clearer. Two shooters came into view, pointing their guns at the three of them. Arrow and Shedrack reacted instinctively. With swift precision, they gunned down the shooters. Fists flew. Kicks landed. The first gunman doubled over, clutching his stomach. Shedrack landed a crushing blow, sending him crashing to the ground. The second gunman charged. Arrow dodged, barely avoiding the bullet that whizzed past inches from his face. He turned and countered with an equally powerful kick, connecting to the man's chest.

I shifted toward the nearest alley. Instinct. Training. Cover. The shooter tracked the movement. Still smiling. Then he stood. Preparing to leave. A blur moved across the rooftop behind him. Fast. Inhumanly fast. The smile vanished from the shooter's face. He looked frightened. The newcomer struck before the man could react. The impact launched him backward. Concrete cracked. The rifle skidded across the roof. I stared upward. My heart stopped. Atreus. For a brief moment, everything seemed frozen.