The Gun Devil Novels & Stories

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

The sirens didn't just wail they tore through the Tuscan silence like a serrated blade. Cali didn't flinch. She felt a cold, grumpy electricity surge through her veins, a sharp contrast to the suffocating weight of the archives. She looked at the pearl-handled derringer in her hand a small, elegant toy against the high-caliber reality of a Valenti hit squad and then she looked at Devi. Devi was already moving. The understanding husband had vanished, replaced by the ruthless predator who had survived her father’s cellar. He reached into the hollowed-out spine of a massive leather-bound ledger on the shelf and pulled out a submachine gun, the matte-black metal looking like an extension of his

Because of her parents greed she is now married to stranger who she knows nothing about she is married to the devil that treated her like a slave. Tears came rushing down her face as this devilish thought came to her head she is going to kill herself and have rest because she is tired of passing through this much pains without any further thoughts she raise the gun up and the next thing that was heared is a gun shot followed by her loud scream.

Her lips curled into that same cruel smile I’d seen too many times. She crouched down, bringing her face close to mine, her perfume sickeningly sweet. “I just came to make sure you didn’t survive this,” she whispered softly. My heart stopped. Her hand lifted. The metallic click of a gun echoed through the silence. She leaned closer, her voice almost tender. “Say hello to the devil for me, dear.” The gun pressed against my shoulder. And then— Bang!

River could not answer him right away, River stayed silent while holding his arm and as he was about to speak a white vanquish Aston martin park suddenly in front of the house that made River lose grip on Devren’s arms. Devren immediately pulled out his gun as he saw the door of the car open, a guy wearing a white sweatshirt walking towards them. Devren pointed his gun to the man that made River eyes wide as he put his finger on the trigger ready to pull it. “Devren no!” River tried to take his gun away but instead it shot on the ground. “The f*ck you doing?! He is the one I want you to meet!” he said and took Devren out of his hand.

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

She had no idea why he chose to be a gangster, she had no idea why other men wanted to kill him but she just had the feeling he was a nice man with a soft heart. Discarding these unfamiliar thoughts, she shook her head to finally take a look in what was in her hand. What she saw, turned her once smiley face into an open mouthed one. He- He had put a gun in her hand! Sarah was still frozen on the spot when Devlin appeared later and said, ''Hey! Breathe. It’s just a gun.'' However the gun was completely forgotten when Sarah saw a half emptied litre of petrol in his hand. She looked at Devlin questioningly. Arrogantly, he quirked one eyebrow then took the remaining petrol and spilt it all over

He knew it will happen, no one has ever broken into The Devil's base and came back alive, even if the person is a high assassin and there was also a story that each of the assassins in The Devil's base are equivalent or if not more skillful than the high and senior assassins of other Lords, he has witnessed it today, he was been caught by not the head or senior assassins but just the assassins. He didn't even think of taking his gun and fighting them because at the end he would never make it out so why bother and not to even add that The Devil itself was inside, he chuckled.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.