The Man With The Golden Gun Novel Novels & Stories

He was reading a book by the light of a small torch. He didn't look up as Alessandro and Caro entered, their boots echoing on the marble floor. "You're late, Alessandro," the man said, his voice thin and melodic. "But I suppose the traffic from Tuscany is dreadful this time of year." Alessandro leveled his pistol at the man’s head. "Who are you?" The man finally looked up. His eyes were ancient, filled with a terrifying, calm intelligence. "I’m the man who owned the money you deleted. And I’m here to decide if you’re worth more to me alive... or as a piece of history.

The gun in his hand suddenly felt heavier and his breathing labored. “Please,” the man whispered again. “Por favor, señor.” Jake's finger hovered near the trigger. He tried pulling it, but he just couldn't do it. He couldn't kill someone, not like Aaron. Definitely not like this. But then, the man noticed his hesitation and his expression instantly changed. He kept on pleading as his eyes moved toward the gun lying beside him. “Por favor," he muttered as his other hand slowly reached for the weapon. Jake didn't notice until it was almost too late. His eyes snapped back into focus just as the man grabbed the gun and turned. But instead of taking his shot, Jake stepped back and flinched.

That was the first thing I noticed. His gun was gold. Who even carries a gold gun?! For a split second, my brain betrayed me. Is that real gold? Can that be sold? Focus, idiot! More gunfire rang out. I flinched, ducking lower as bullets seemed to tear through the air around us. I glanced back and my heart nearly stopped. The vehicle that had driven past us… was turning around. They’re coming back. A groan pulled my attention back to the man. He was gripping his side, his face twisted in pain.

He stepped forward, raising his heavy handgun and aiming it straight at the man’s chest. "Who the hell are you?" Giordano growled, his deep voice rattling the windowpanes. The man let out a low, amused chuckle. He swirled the golden whiskey in his glass, looking totally untroubled by the gun pointed at his heart. "My, my," the man said, his voice a smooth, sarcastic purr. "It seems like Victoria has found herself a very protective bodyguard. Or is it a boyfriend? Either way, I have to say, I think I would have preferred Alexander to you, big guy. At least the billionaire has better taste in suits."

he growls. The man obeys and opens his mouth, allowing Lorenzo put every inch of the golden-chained necklace into his mouth. “There…” Lorenzo purrs. “No, Please… Lorenzo, wait—“ Thwip. The man’s muffled voice suddenly goes silent as Lorenzo shoots him. The sound is totally quiet, a muted puff of air. Then, another sound follows, and another, in the same spot. Lorenzo shoots the man three times. A neat, dark hole appears right between the man’s eyes, his body goes completely limp, collapsing face flat onto the ground with a final, heavy thud.

it's better that we kill her now".. the man Uttered,, talking to Martin who didn't know what to do. "Just wait and see, I'm coming and by the time I do they will all be dead!" The Man spoke and walked away to one of the rooms in the institution. He wanted to speak to someone on a higher rank before going on with his plans and after successfully speaking with the man, he was able to convince him to agree with his plans. He brought out the silver bullet and made an attempt to shoot them. Felix's eyes widened as he saw the man putting a bullet on the gun known to be a (silver bullet gun) he could only feel so sorry for himself while he looked at Brandon and Zelda.

Dante sighed, raking a hand through his hair, staring down at the table of guns. Swiftly, he picked up the golden handgun and turned. Eyes darkened. He raised the gun toward the target board. The man tied to it thrashed against the restraints, his eyes widening. Without aiming— Dante fired. A hole drilled right between the man’s eyes. His head slacked to the side, Blood dripped. Dante didn’t look twice. … Dante walked into the mansion, two guards behind him, those words still ringing in his head. Afraid… afraid.

When he was abusing the camouflage man with vulgarity, he held a gold bar stealthily in his hand. There were gold bars and silver bars on the bank's counter. The customers would buy those bars as a choice of investment of their wealth. Darryl waved his hand and the gold bar landed on the camouflage man's hand, knocking his gun off to the ground! "You..." The camouflaged man was shocked, he was panicking. He quickly grabbed a little girl and placed her in front of him, then he pulled out a dagger and rested it on the girl's neck. "Motherf*cker! You stand back!" The camouflaged man roared loudly. His eyes were red, and he was agitated!

- the other murmured, almost in a tone of respect, as he approached with a small silver case. I rubbed my fingers over the red marks on my wrists, and only then turned towards the man. I faced one of the criminals with a superior air, until lifting my hands to the locks of the silver case extended on his hands. I moved my thumbs subtly to unlock the case that opened, giving me the perfect view of my favorite little toy. A smile flourished on my lips as I stared at the golden gun with .45 caliber that glittered inside that case. -Ah, how I missed you, baby.