The Man With The Golden Gun Novel Novels & Stories

Anonymous POV “What do you mean you think you were seen?” She shouted at the quivering man on his knees in front of her, “Your dark majesty, she came to the window again and I didn’t notice her looking through the gap in the curtain until she saw me as she has been opening one side of the curtain fully and I’ve been able to move further back into the forest when I’ve noticed, I don’t think she saw what my wolf looked like as it was very dark just my eyes.” The man muttered out his explanation as fast as he could be never looked up once at the woman who was currently emitting a very powerful aura. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET TOO CLOSE TO THE CASTLE!!!” She shouted at the man as she stood up and st

Upon hearing the noise, Hudson's men rushed out, only to be quickly subdued by a man. This man had silver hair and a handsome and ice-cold face. He stood at the doorway with a gun slung over his shoulder, appearing like a divine figure.

Inside, the air was cold, damp, and thick with the metallic tang of blood. The scene that greeted me was not unfamiliar. Two men, their faces swollen and bruised beyond recognition, were shackled to a support beam, their bodies slumped. The delivery men. The ones audacious enough to smuggle firearms and gold bars from my Treasury. My men, burly figures cloaked in shadows, stood nearby, their expressions grim, their knuckles still raw. Clearly, they had taken pleasure in their work.

The man’s hands trembled as they slowly moved away from his crotch, revealing the undeniable bulge that strained desperately against his pants. Massimo’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed as he gave a curt nod. “My woman moves you, doesn’t she?” The man’s face turned red, and he shook his head frantically. “N-no, sir, I would never have eyes on your woman,” he stammered, his voice trembled as he bowed his head, his gaze fixed on his shoes. Massimo’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Give me your gun.” The man’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with fear. “S-sir?” he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper.

the big man asked with a grin. "Carrying?" Ben blinked at him. "Your piece! Your shooter! Your gun!" the man rattled off. "I- I don't have a gun," Ben said. The man's eyes widened. "You went into a white slaver's den unarmed, left four of the bastards dead, and freed the five captives! HO-LEE SHIT!" "RENNY! Language! There are ladies present!" Dotty scolded him. The man was looking at Ben like he was witnessing the second coming and Ben's agitation rose. "You said something about a picture?"

Gun sat in a chair at the far end of the room, his legs crossed, cigarette between his fingers, watching with chilling calmness as the scene unfolded like it was an opera. “I told you, I’d rip the soul out of you myself,” Gun said flatly. “You thought I was bluffing.” The man on the cross whimpered. Mia’s entire body went numb. She clasped her hand over her mouth. “You stole from me,” Gun continued, voice low, measured. “Betrayed the family. Lied to my face.” He waved a lazy hand. The man with the glowing rod stepped forward. In one swift motion, he jammed the metal rod directly into the man’s eye.

A man stepped out, carrying a heavy, leather-bound book exactly like the one my mother had used. He looked up at the penthouse window. And even from this height, I knew his eyes weren't silver. They were gold.

My gaze slowly lifted toward him. My jaw nearly dropped open when I saw the man holding a gun. He wore a red long-sleeved polo with the upper buttons left undone, exposing the tattoos crawling across his neck and chest. Even his arms were covered in ink because he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. His hair was cut clean and short, almost military-style. I still couldn’t fully see his face in the dim light, but his presence alone was overwhelming. “So there are no more women here willing to get paid to touch you, huh? That’s why you’re forcing yourself on someone now?” the man with the gun asked coldly.

His hair was short with a little curl in it. "You got my book yet?" He asked very eagerly. His book order was late for the third time. But finally, it arrived. "Actually yes it is. It came in this morning. Let me go grab it." I walked to the storage room that I had them build in while I was renovating the place. Once I grabbed his book called The Host. I walked back in to see him aiming a gun at me. The book dropped out of my hands and I slowly put my hands up in the air.

I guessed that it could be a clash between clans, it wasn't my business, I should be escaping by now but why couldn't I just walk away? " Erebus has been fu*king with us, to set up a party and not attend it, that's disappointing, I don't suppose you know why every clan head wants that damned book," The man with the gun tilted his head to the side as he chuckled slightly before he continued with an evil smirk playing on his lips."I planned on getting my hand on that book before anyone else but no matter, I'll just have to kill the fu*ker who stole the book." I watched as the man continued in the conversation which now seemed one-sided as the other fellow didn't seem a slight bit responsive to