Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

As soon as I sent my location, a bodyguard slapped my phone out of my hand. A man and a woman stood at the hotel entrance, staring at me with mocking smiles. "Well, well. If it isn't the famous Finn Kirkland. What's wrong? Money can't save your mother now?" Wendy Lowell is the only person in the world who can perform my mom's surgery. Money has lost its value. She hated my mom now. No amount of money could change that.

--- The sniper died first, Theo's bullet taking him through the scope while he was still admiring his handiwork. The helicopter pilot died second, his aircraft spiraling into the ground in a ball of flame and twisted metal. The ATV riders lasted longer, their vehicles providing cover, but not enough to save them from a man who had been killing professionally since he was eighteen. When silence returned to the outback, broken only by the crackling of burning wreckage, Theo knelt beside the woman he'd spent two years trying to save. She was still breathing, but barely. The bullet had carved a furrow along her skull without penetrating the brain—a miracle of trajectory that meant the difference

Senna lamented her situation. She sat on the floor, burying her face in her knees. Creak. Senna lifted her head. "Husband--" " it's not Evander, but me." A woman approached her. It was her husband's mistress. "Senna, you must be devastated by this. I'll give you this syrup to end your troubles." "You want me to drink poison?" "Exactly. It's hard for you to live with everything that's happened. It's better if you die. After all, your life is worthless."

Just as he was a few feet away from the vehicle, something dark suddenly flew out from the car. The sniper was startled. When he regained his senses, he found that Caspian had already appeared in front of him. With a flash of a cold light, the sniper's throat was slit. Caspian went to check the identity of the sniper and found that his rifle was made in Filren. He had a wolf head badge on his chest. It seemed that he was indeed from the Venomous Wolves. At this time, Macy called. "Lord Caspian, why did you only inform Sylvia that you're in danger and not me?" she said somewhat indignantly.

I opened it and saw that an unknown number had sent me a couple of videos via WhatsApp. To my surprise, they were footage captured by a home surveillance camera. In the video, Ethan happily hugged Grace. He said, “My old hag of a wife is like an NPC. Whenever I get close to her, she just gives me chores to do.” Grace laughed as she snuggled into his arms and said, “If you have to do everything yourself, why would you even need a wife?” “Exactly! She’s never happy. Even when I’m just eating, she tells me not to chew so loudly.”

"Laura Jefferson, you didn't want to marry me, huh? Well, let's see how you plan to marry anyone else once you have HIV—" I stared at the blood dripping from his knife, terror coursing through my veins. I could hear my parents shouting, "Laura!" I saw them pushing through the crowd, desperately trying to reach me. Bang! A deafening gunshot echoed through the room. A bullet struck Jake's arm, the one holding the knife. "Ahhh!" he screamed, and the knife clattered to the floor. Almost immediately, my dad pulled me into his arms, holding me tight.

She wrapped herself in a white towel while answering the call, as she faced the large windows, knowing that if there was anyone outside, they still wouldn’t see her. “What do you mean they were gunned down? By who?” She asked furiously. Her plan was simple. Just a chemical from a syringe and Ariana would die after eight hours. By then, the poison would have also expired from her blood. It was a special one used by the Wreath assassins to eliminate whomever they wanted without a trace. “We are not familiar with them. They were highly skilled and rescued Doctor Sarah,” her informant said from the end of the line. Her heart thumped a little. Only the Blades could have such skillful men. Did it

— Adrian emerged from the sleek black car, his appearance exuding an air of sophistication that commanded attention. The evening sun cast a golden hue on his perfectly styled hair, and his piercing blue eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. As he approached Lillian, his gaze never wavered, fixed upon her like a predator eyeing its prey. This woman was his wife and couldn’t be more thankful. Lillian, clad in the same black dress that she had worn to collect her wedding certificate. It accentuated her curves, radiated confidence with every step she took. Her eyes, a deep shade of sapphire, shone with an inner strength that matched her graceful demeanor.

he said. “Bled?” Joseph said. “As incredulous as it seems, the widow was untouched,” Oliver said. “I can’t figure that one out.” “I can,” Joseph said proudly. After a long silence, and when he was sure he had their full attention, he continued. “The old couple knew who she was, although I don’t think she knows that they know. She’s the talk of Wichita Falls territory. Turns out she’s a spoiled socialite from Boston who married some rancher by proxy on a whim and, as luck would have it, the day she got to town was the day he was found dead on the side of the road.” He paused a minute to emit a chuckle while adding, “They call her the Paper Widow because she never saw more than a piece of

Matteo’s hand on her shoulder. His promise: “I’ll protect your family. With my life.” Lies. She whispered into the cold air: “Then I’ll destroy yours.” Morning — Zurich’s Cathedral The bells rang just as the sniper bullet missed her skull by two inches. Amara ducked behind the marble column, heart pounding. Adriana shoved her down. “We’re made!” “I noticed!” Nico tackled the shooter from the west tower. A clean takedown. Swiss police never saw it. The shooter bled out with a smile.