Tales Of The Guns Novels & Stories

Alana warned as she began counting. “One! Two! Three! Four! Five!” “Game over. Goodbye… Elena,” she whispered as she pulled the trigger. I shut my eyes, ready to embrace the cold arms of death as the sound of the gunshot echoed toward me. Just then, I felt a hand grab my shoulder, tossing me to the side. Immediately, the cops opened fire, their bullets piercing Alana’s body. My eyes fluttered open as I stared at Raymond, a sad smile crossing his face as he collapsed to the ground, blood soaking through his clothes.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, he was scared than ever before, it was like his last days were here Biola driving to the base camp heard heavy gun firing and launching of bombs, the terrorists outside the base numbered over 100, looking at the savannah on his left and right, he sees more terrorists coming out and heading to the base followed by gun trucks with Islamic inscriptions owned by the terrorists heading to the base with bigger and advanced guns.

Zilla screamed so bitterly as he rushes Fisher but all he could get is his ashes. Fisher was burnt down to ashes just by a shot of a gun? that gun is not ordinary, it can seriously terminate anybody's life. Meanwhile, Wisdom and his team were watching what is going on, they couldn't give help. The truth is that all the soldiers have this very gun. It appears that they are not even safe at all, many may pass away at this very moment of theirs.

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

Seeing her eyes sparkle at the very mention of studying art in Paris, I was reminded of my past self. In my past life, when I was preparing to apply myself, my eyes were filled with the same hopes and aspirations. She really was similar to me. "Are you mute?" Horace stared at me in dissatisfaction. "I gave you those materials, so do you think hiding them is going to be…" Without any hesitation, I turned around and took all the materials I had from my drawer, handing them over. Probably since he expected me to resist and for there to be a confrontation, Horace froze for a moment when he saw me give away the materials without any word of complaint.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

Marcos agreed. There was a road in town to a forest where the hunters had gathered to join, we were approaching when we saw them in the distance and around the bonfire. They were only about ten or fifteen and young people like us were Darius. I was surprised when Darius give me an old rifle and a small knife at the end. My hands were shaking because this is the first a hold a gun. “Is this a real gun?” I asked while holding the heavy rifles but bearable.

Oh, I guess this is the documents of his company. I put it back and scanned the other papers. Some are just drafts and some are account papers that needed to be signed. I opened his drawers and found some guns, bullets, two grenade and a vault. Maybe this is where I could find some answers? But the problem is, I still don't know Read that much so I couldn't figure out the code. I groaned and stood up. I walked towards his bookshelf and read some of the book's spine. Nothing specific that could help me. I went back to his table and sat at his swivel chair.

said a blonde hair girl. "Good to see you Tori I used to study at Tombstone high and my parents shifted here a month ago" Their conversation was going on meanwhile the door of the canteen opened and banged so hard making a wild and loud sound. A boy with oily hair and half-broken glasses fell from outside, dropping the books he held in his hand. A guy wearing a black leather jacket stepped inside with two boys standing back like his bodyguards. Everyone looked at him with fear, it felt like he was the son of a mafia boss.