Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

Sliding to her knees, she held the Korth revolver, known for it’s precision, steady as she shut one eye and concentrated on the man, shutting out every other sound and movement. Then, Hila Zaidi fired.

This really touched her. With a sniping rifle in hand, Stanley Batton started shooting at the group of men dressed in black. He looked at Josh Batton and gave an order. “Take them away first…” His tone was firm, leaving no space for discussion. The way Stanley fired his gun was very professional. While holding a gun, he looked even more handsome. He was just like the handsome protagonist who rescued the world in action movies. Stanley barely missed a shot. After firing twice, two men dressed in black were hit on the wrist.

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.

“What do you mean?” “Exactly as I said. Do you want it? I can help you to create limitless bullets.” It was an exciting offer. “For free?” “There’s nothing free in this world.” “What do you want?” He trusted this man because he had seen his capability and currently is watching it. “Free ride and examine your wings and body.” “Okay.” He agreed immediately. “Great. Here, but first, what is your attribute?” “Sharpshooter and heat.” “Oh! Like Luca!” His orbs dilated.

“I think you’re a psychopath.” He smirks, presses the barrel harder. “I prefer the term sociopath,” he drawls. He pulls the trigger. Click.

His mom always hit the nail on the head but innocently laughed it off. Rose couldn't help but give Camellia a sideways glance, and Jessica made a good point. Camellia was known as a sharpshooter, able to handle guns with both hands, and exceptionally agile. Even in a fight, she could quickly draw her firearm. That day, Herman had no hidden weapons or guns on him, and Camellia wanted to kill him with ease.