Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

I got down, tucked my gun behind my back and steered to the front door. "stai dietro di me" I barked with pride. I have been killing people for a long time and I know how well to take care of myself. But he cannot, he is just a driver. As he cocked the gun in his hands, he kept shaking and his breath getting heavier. [stai dietro di me means stay behind me] This guy is a sad animal. All men are animals, this one is just sad.

The realization sank in slow, cold waves. So that mysterious person… the one who had saved us, or whatever the person did, had actually killed someone. Jerry continued, his tone cautious. “Whoever that shooter was… he or she isn’t just skilled—they’re deadly. That shot was clean, precise. That wasn’t luck, boss. That was experience. That’s someone who’s done it before.” I clenched my jaw. “You mean—” “I mean,” he interrupted softly, “we were dealing with a certified criminal. A professional.”

A cold smile touched his lips. “These two… are mine.” His voice cut through the chaos. Without hesitation, Adrian holstered his gun. Steel flashed in his hands. Two short daggers — sleek, razor-sharp, deadly. His preferred weapons. He moved. Fast. Faster than the eye could follow. Men rushed him — and fell just as quickly. A slash across the throat. A precise stab to the ribs. Another to the neck. No wasted motion. No hesitation. By the time he reached them—

Madden's face carried a proud smile immediately. The shooter... It was Adeline.

But his target was Blake, and this would be his last mission. The sharpshooter looked through his scope and tried to locate his target, but he had disappeared. Using the most proficient skills, his breathing was calm, and he had considered all weather conditions. There was a huge bounty for the man he was targeting; he was the best marksman in the organization and had taken the mission. Soon he found his target again, and this time he was outside the building in the open. Steadying himself and calming his breath, he slowly squeezed the trigger. The rifle released a soft sound from the silencer, and the bullet escaped the barrel and was heading to the target’s chest. What the shooter saw next

Ray Moore suddenly laughed. A deep, amused laugh. “You really think,” he said calmly, “that I came here unprepared?” The rifle began to rise toward his shoulder. Everything slowed. My mind snapped into focus. I pivoted sideways. Pulled the trigger. BANG. The shot cracked through the courtyard like thunder. Ray Moore’s body jerked violently. His rifle slipped from his hands. He collapsed to one knee, gravel scattering beneath him. His face twisted with shock. “I… can’t feel my legs!”

"You will know their positions one by one. So stay calm." I couldn't stop my tears. "How can I calm down?" He stepped back and smirked. "You will know." "Damn you—" I didn't finish when I suddenly felt someone quickly whip the apple. And when I looked at the floor it was ruined. "What the heck is that! Fuck! Come on! I don't want it anymore! Spare my life! Please!" "That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15."

The man said confidently. Adam was more and more annoyed by the answer, without thinking he pulled the trigger. Releasing a bullet right at the man's head. Adam really doesn't like to play around, especially with pawns like them. The man's head was smashed and flesh and blood splattered on the floor. All of his friends were terrified and disgusted. Unlike Adam and his bodyguards are used to this. All the boy friends looked down in fear, but Adam didn't have much patience. He shot one by one the people held hostage with his gun. Nobody could have evaded Adam's lethal shot.

But he leans in, voice low, guiding me like a calm hand on my spine. “Strafe right.” “I don’t know what that means!” “Sideways.” “That would have been easier to say!” “Okay—duck—no, not jump—you’re jumping—stop jumping—” “I’M TRYING.” “Stop yelling.” “STOP COACHING.” He laughs. I grin. And then— “There!” he shouts. “Take the shot!” My hands shake. My thumbs tremble. I hit the trigger. The enemy drops. The WINNER screen blares in bright neon.

I breathe, stay still and aim as best I can. The next second- I shoot. Bang!