The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

Gossip killed them. Gunner pushed himself to his knees, snarling, mud-streaked, eyes burning. He looked like he wanted to lunge. He also looked like he knew if he did right now? He’d die. Good. Liam glanced back at him one last time. His eyes were pure winter. “This is over,” he said. “For now,” Gunner spat. Liam’s mouth curved. “For now,” he agreed softly. “Until my Alpha wakes up.” Gunner flinched.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

"If she survives the night, we’ll decide what to do with her." My body was lifted, weightless in strong arms, but the pain didn’t fade. Darkness pulled at me, dragging me under. As the world slipped away, I heard Diego's frantic voice one last time. "Please—you have what you want, right?" A gun cocked. "Not quite." The last thing I heard was a gunshot, then silence.

How much cruel can fate be? "No this isn't possible…please believe me Malia I didn't kill him. I held the gun but I didn't pull the trigger" Larson's voice brought me back to reality. It was finally over…before it started it already ended, this was definitely his last game and I failed to see it. The billionaire's last game, it was time for us to go our separate ways and walk on different paths. Forever this day will be in my memories and heart, the day in which the clouds were filled with darkness and that darkness crept it's way into my life.

"Well, that's one way to kill a heavily armored unit." "Get in, idiots!" Miguel yelled and Jack got in the gunner seat, I put the bags in the back and told them to go as I got ready for the final ending. With wolves clawing out cops' eyes, Jade and Derek shooting everything to shit, and Jack joining in the fun, San Antonio had turned to chaos.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

The last thing Devinity Garcia would ever do was bend to another person’s will, especially not an egocentric gorgeous mafia man. “I’m seriously not going to let you leave.” He growled and I smiled on the inside. Seems like my sudden simple replies were unsettling. “No problem.” “Mi cielo…” I could feel his eyes burning the side of my head and it gave me the peace to drift off to sleep. Fuck the mafia. Reign might be the one to kill me before then.

" You got what you wanted. You killed everyone I loved and destroyed my life. Just end this already. Just kill me. I don't wish to be alive anymore." Without Drakoen giving the order, Mercedes went over to Connor and bent to his level. Connor just stared at her and didn't even resist or try to attack her when she was so close to him. She was the one who killed everyone after all, but Connor knew there was no point in trying to fight back. His fate was sealed either way. Looking deep into his eyes, she could see the deep sorrow that he was feeling. The burning anguish that was eating him alive. He was already a dead man. It couldn't hurt to grant him his last wish. She raised her hand and pla

"Maren... please..." Griffin hung up and looked at me. "See? This could've been so simple. You're the one making it difficult." I looked at the blood trickling from Brody's temple and at him kneeling on the ground, trembling. Then, I looked at Griffin. He wore the same expression he always wore, as though everything he had done was perfectly reasonable. It had been the same ten years ago, and it was the same now. Other people's lives had never been anything more than bargaining chips to him.

That was not the Morgan who made me instant noodles. The real her had turned to ashes. Even her reputation after death had become a tool her son used to trap me. “Have some water.” A glass was handed to me. In front of all the guests, Daniel continued to act like a patient and generous host. “Mira, I know you feel guilty. The dead cannot return. Mom would not want to see you like this.” His voice sounded gentle, but his eyes held a warning, as if he said, “Drink it. Accept this story. Accept your place.”