Trigger Time Gun And Pawn Novels & Stories

Jonathan watched as Ria was restrained and taken away, then looked back at his toy gun, unable to hide his excitement as he cheered to himself. “This is awesome. This gun is really amazing! But the speed is still a bit slow. I should probably ask Uncle Lucas to help improve it a little.” This warning toy gun was something Lucas had taught Jonathan to make using the simplest method. The original purpose was merely to produce a loud warning sound when the trigger was pulled, so that people nearby would notice and the bodyguards would receive the signal immediately. However, later on, Jonathan watched an episode of a police show where criminals were subdued remotely using electric stun guns, wh

Adrian asks dryly. “Old habits.” Marcus studies the device carefully. “There’s a pressure trigger.” “What does that mean?” I ask. “It means if we try to remove it…” He glances up. “…it detonates immediately.” My stomach drops. “So what do we do?” Marcus points to a panel. “Disarm the timer.” Adrian kneels beside him. “How?” Marcus’s voice is tense now. “I need to access the wiring.” The timer ticks down. 03:31

The detonator is on the wrong table out of reach. Their child's heartbeat flat. Panic sets in. VAULT – 3:36 a.m. Lucien pivots on the old hand. Solene grabs the trigger override kit strapped to her thigh. She yanks cables. Servers hum on backup. Solene: “Resetting sequence.” Old Hand: “You can’t.” Lucien: “Watch me.” He lunges, tackling the old hand into shelves. Gunshots echo. Old Hand grazed. He falls, clutching wounds. He drops the remote. Lucien grabs it.

Grabbing another gun, I aimed but before I could fire, a sharp pain exploded through my arm as another gunshot rang out. Blood gushed down my sleeve. "Fuck me!" I cursed again, glancing at the rearview mirror, one of Zach’s men was tailing me. Gripping the wheel with one hand, I reached for the mini time-bomb I had attached to a secondary handgun. It required just a slight pressure to arm. Clenching it firmly, I tossed the device onto the road, directly where the second car was gaining on me. I increased speed to force him forward, right into the trap.

The smile on my lips shifts into a grin as I slowly pulled the trigger. "Three," I said and finally pulled the trigger and a roaring sound of gunshot escape, this time I didn't close my eyes so I could see the tire of Drew's car blasting, and after a while, Drew was now starting to lose control of his car until he runs into railing beside the road, Zuck immediately stops our car.

Even though It worth millions but finding a suitable buyer for it was tougher than buying. Mr.Brighton jolted tremendously spotting my gun that I had been playing between my fingers. My eyes were carrying a mischievous glint that surely sacred out of his wits. Few drops of sweat started appearing out on his wrinkled face as he put down his own gun swiftly beside the pillow. Tsk.. I knew it..! He was trying to play smart. Gesturing my gun, I urged pulling up the trigger in warning, " Make it fast. I don't have leisure time to play with you."

I swear his jaw almost dropped to the ground, his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost. “ImPOSSIBLE” He mouthed. My mind was also sent reeling, the TRIGGER! it got stuck again, but how? How was it possible that any gun pointed at me refused to fire? Was it just a coincidence? or does he have no guts to pull the trigger? No! he was ready to pull the trigger, I could see the zeal, the zeal was crystal clear in his eyes. Maybe it was just GOD on my side. “Stop using that mojo on me!!!”

Every drop of shame. My gaze slid past her, to the glass cage looming behind. Reinforced, layered thick glass. “Tyla,” I called, already tugging a pair of earplugs from my holster. “It’s time.” She grinned, shoving her own plugs in place. “Finally.” I slipped mine in, then lifted the sleek, silver pistol from my side holster—the Sonic Screamer. Its core hummed, building a pitch that made the air vibrate even before I pulled the trigger.

Saying shit like, "You’re mine. You’ll learn to defend what I own." I should’ve made a joke about being a Gucci bag or a poodle in pearls, but… I didn’t. Because my mouth stopped working the moment I saw it — That gun. I don’t even remember what kind. Black, small, smooth. I’ve probably played with the exact one in a game before. But in Lucien’s hand, it looked like something worse. Something ancient. Something that knew me.

Zero POV I step out of Justin's place, the steel door clicking shut behind me. I grab my gun from the shelf, slide the clip back in, and tuck it into my waistband. My bike waits in the shadows. As I swing my leg over and rev it to life, Justin's last words loop in my mind, over and over, like a broken record I can't shut off. "A similar mask was being auctioned in the black market, but not as advanced."