The Gun Devil Novels & Stories

he told them. Struggling, Devi wanted to stand up but failed. His whole body was in pain. He managed to grab the knob and pulled himself up. Meanwhile Ludo and Walu were standing behind Hunter. Ludo grabbed her handbag and her phone. “This is over Devi!” “Do you think i didn’t anticipate this?” Devi smiled, spitting out some blood on the floor his hands reaching for the jacket. He removed a taser gun from his pocket. “I brought a taser to a gun fight,” he laughed.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

Hands lifting up in submission, he stated with a cold sneer, " That's right, Blake. What do you expect from us? You had ruined our billion dollars project and bribed authorities to stop us from expanding our business in B Nation. Did you think that we would let go of you? Never! You deserve nothing but destruction from us." Blake emphasized his words again ironically, " Last chance, Luther. Where is my wife? Answer to me or surely you are going to loose your entire business here." Luther pondered for a while as his gaze swiftly landed behind Veronica. She appeared familiar in his eyes and soon he remembered that she was the same girl from the ball at that night. His teeth clenched in anger a

If anyone ever tries to double cross me they better make sure I never find out or they will fucking regret it. "Here's the thing about liars." I trail off slowly. "They fucking piss me off and when I am pissed off." I pulled out my gun that was sitting in the back of my pants, turning the safety off. I point the weapon at his dick. "This happens." I say before firing. The gunshot echoing as Angelo's scream rumble within the walls. I silence his scream by shoving the gun in his mouth. Tears and sweat stream down his face. "Now being the kind person I am. Let's start over." The stench of iron and gunpowder trails up my nose and into my lungs. Inhaling deeply as a ghost smile creeps onto my li

As his blood dropped to the floor, he called out for the devil in a foreign tongue. "Lucifer, I summon you." A heavy wind blew, and the candles went out. A spear appeared in his hand, and he watched as the devil emerged from the shadows, then he threw the spear at him, and plunged it into his chest. "I warned you to stay away from Aria." Lucas yelled at him, still plunging the spear deeper into the devil's chest. "You know you can't kill me." Lucifer said, and winced in pain. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can cause you pains. I warned you, but you wouldn't listen." Lucas pulled the spear roughly out of him, and the devil fell to the ground.

A bullet cracked through the corner lamp, and another struck the frame by the side of the living room. “Quick, lie flat on the ground,” Devan yelled, throwing himself to the ground. My hand gripped Devan's forearm tightly as if my hope of living was dependent on it. He crawled across the living room to the drawer just below the television console, pulling it open and grabbing his pistol stashed beneath chargers and files. He picked out another and slid it towards me. “You shoot?” he asked me. “Never have,” I replied. “There's always a first time,” he said.

Get in that room," he points to a spot behind us, but I still don't turn around. That's where my friend is. You'll be fine there until this all blows over. I nod and turn to look at the pointed spot; there is a blond man standing there. The door is half open and the boy has his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his torso. I don't pay any more attention to him and return my gaze to the broad, stocky back of the Devil, who is still standing close to me. At that moment I see when he comes out from where he covered himself and right and left, with his two guns, one in each hand, he aims and shoots at the bastards. He is using himself as a shield.

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.

Engines were already beginning to hum. Lisbeth watched them with that same empty stare, her hand still wrapped tightly around the duffel strap. Her lips were bloodless. Her shoulders stiff. They were halfway back to their cars when she unzipped the bag. The sound was soft. Whispery. She reached in. Pulled. And the world exploded. With a mechanical roar, the Gatling gun emerged—compact, customized, forged for her alone. The barrel spun even before she finished setting her stance. The weight in her arms was like home.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…