Tales Of The Guns Novels & Stories

Katherine asked, cutting the silence in half. As a child, the only thing that would bring Katherine comfort was storytelling and as she grew up she became more intrigued by novels and the writings of experts. To Katherine, stories were a kind of safe place where her imagination could run as wild and as free as it pleases. Lucian leaned forward and Katherine began to adjust where she was seated until she was face to face with him. The fire that was still burning cast a shadow on half of his face but his red eyes continued to glow dark but vibrant.

His hand shifts—close to his side, ready. Hale’s arm locks around me, dragging me back as he reaches for the weapon at his waistband. He draws it fluidly and lifts it, aiming directly at Maddox’s skull. Then pulls the trigger. Click. Click. Click. Just the hollow, repetitive tick of an empty chamber. Hale lowers the gun, eyes narrowing as realization dawns. Maddox’s mouth stretches into a wide grin. “Looks like little sis followed instructions after all,” he taunts. “Dad said empty all your guns. Guess she listens better than we thought.”

'Sorry. In a dim room, Tales, holding a knife, dashed towards an underling with a gun. Bullets whizzed, but Tales dodged them, getting close. The clash of knife meeting gun filled the space, a fierce dance in the low light. Tales aimed for precise strikes, while the underling struggled to keep distance, firing wildly. The room echoed with the clash of metal and gunfire, a tense battle for control.

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

He. stood in his office, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. He stared at the collection ofguns displayed in a glass cabinet, each one meticulously cleaned and maintained. These weapons were more than just tools; they were a testament to his journey, each carrying its own history and memories.

Then she jogged upstairs to change clothes to meet Lacey. An hour and twenty minutes later, Layla and Lacey were walking into Tampa Guns and Range. The place was huge. As soon as they walked in, Layla saw guns everywhere — rifles, sniper rifles, shot guns, handguns, AKs, and scopes. The place also had bulletproof vests, sunglasses, crossbows, backpacks, and knives. “Can I help you ladies?” the man behind the glass casing at the end of the room asked. He had a buzz cut, and he was stout in stature.

Shin informs the trio. "I agree, Shin. The sooner we finish the shoot, the better." Kei nodded in agreement, as he went into a full work mode... He decided to forget about what happened in the morning, and focus at work... ============================= Mariya just finished telling Mia and Kari about what happened to her in the morning. The girls were excited while listening to her story, as if they are watching a romantic film. "So, what's his name?" Mia started asking a question. Mariya shook her head, while feeling a pang of disappointment.

I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers. “By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person! “I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?

Brenda stared at him as she moved the handle of the gun upward, pushing it hard in quick little strokes against the underside of her clitoris. Each time the gun made contact, she moaned, tugging hard at her nipple, twisting and pulling it between her fingers. "Dan... oh God, Dan..." she breathed hard, her eyes devouring the sight of his hand working over his cock before shifting to the other men stroking themselves, then returning to him again, repeating the pattern. Before she could react, the tattoo artist grabbed the gun, took it from her, and jammed his head between her legs in a single motion.

Danielle screamed as they started shooting at us. "No no no, not my Bugatti" I screamed as two bullets hit my windshield. Thank goodness it's bullet proof. I bought out a double barrel shotgun from my car. I purchased these and a pistol in a gun shop in the US. "Is that a..." "Yes it is" "Do you even know how to fire that" "I wouldn't buy it if I don't know how to fire it. Dating a billionaire with so many enemies is not an easy task" "I agree" "We wait for the reload and then you take the wheels"