Tinka Gunther Novels & Stories

As he made to punch her in the face , she dodged and went below his armpits to the other side , his fist collided with air and before he could turn around to face her , she raised her legs and kicked him really hard pushing him to the floor , she quickly brought out her pistol aimed for his head , it was her last bullet and she was pretty sure he wasn't going to dodge this one , she pulled the trigger and in a swift moment he was back on his feet , he wasn't fast enough the bullet hit his thigh . There was only one thing on Tinker's mind , Run! She turned around, immediately opened the door and dashed out of the house , the gateman was already becoming conscious as she approached the gate ,

Tina ordered raising the knife and the gun before me and I shook my head while breathing deeply. “None of the above" I answered back with my voice laced with braveness. “Fine then I guess I'll have to choose and I'll be going with the gun” Tina replied back, pointing it directly at my forehead. “Not under my fucking watch will I let you hurt my woman" I heared a familiar voice roar and my head swiveled in the direction of it just to see Dante standing with a frown crested on his forehead as he gulped hard.

He had his arms around two young models who were in their early 20s. "Alright. I'll get to it at once," Gunther said. He pushed away the model next to him, who was wearing only a towel, then put on his clothes and left with over a dozen security guards. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Northman. Welcome!" Gunther said, smiling merrily as he went up to them. "Gunther, how could you be so cruel? You had me confined to bed for six days! I only owed you a bit of money. Was that really necessary?" Zane's lip curled as he looked sideways at Gunther.

Once finished, he carelessly tossed the used bandage aside and fixed his eyes on Angelia, his look as predatory as a vulture eyeing its prey. Angelia couldn’t help but feel afraid, especially under the piercing coldness of his gaze. His forced smile was enough to send her heart pounding in her throat. ‘F*ck.’ Gunter spat at Angelia, his large hand landing brutally on her face, leaving a painful mark. ‘You traitor! You put on a front of helping us, but secretly aided those people, didn’t you?’ Gunter was a powerful and hateful man. His blow was so fierce that it nearly knocked Angelia out, leaving her enveloped in darkness.

No, no, Gunther is homophobic, Christopher said so… yet I remember his mouth on mine, his hands roughly sneaking under my shirt… I rush to the toilet again. This time I throw up nothing. I wipe at my mouth hard, over and over, trying to wipe away the ghost of his kisses, the force of his hands. Gunther is homophobic, so why did he kiss me? Why didn’t Christopher stop him?

It was resignation — the kind that comes from knowing exactly how much power people like him hold in rooms like this. Gunther’s smirk widened, satisfaction oozing off him like cheap cologne. He tilted his head slightly, playing with his cufflinks again. “Smart woman. You see, Perkins? This is how manners work. Actions, consequences.” Grace’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper now. “I’m sorry.” Gunther’s grin turned sharp. “That’ll teach you.” “Oh please,” I cut in before I could stop myself. “You sound like a bad high school principal.”

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I suddenly get a small whiff of citrus and ocean that calms me. I take his hand and he helps me up, ensuring I am able to hold myself before letting go. “Are you okay?” I nod my head at him as I wipe a tear away. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” “You are anything but fine.” “Who are you?” “My name is Gunner.” “Katerina.” “Nice to meet you Katerina, though I wish it were under better circumstances.”

Gunnar daunted, licking his lips. "Don't do it, Astor," Braxton sneered. "I don't have to if you tell me what I want to know," Gunnar looked completely unfazed when as he winded a hand behind me and slowly began to lower my zip that kept my dress to my body, "Tick, tock."

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

She gripped his hand and raised him, making him tumble before her. He fell to the ground and Tina gave him a vicious kick on his clavicle, he remained on the floor panting unsure if he would make it out alive. She gave him another kick below his abdomen and that fellow screamed like someone stung by a scorpion. She brought out her pistol and aimed at the boss. She shot a gun at another man standing while the one who fell down at the first stood up and gave her a deadly blow. Tina went down while the boss and the other man went to search her car. They got the recording tape and opened it, finding a microchip inside, they took the tape and were going to escape when Tina struggled to stand on h