Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

The last straw that broke the camel’s back was the one that happened three months ago, after that incident, he vowed never to touch any woman who was not legally married to him. He even stopped having sex with his fiancée; Chin Sun until they get married. But unfortunately for him, on his wedding day, he ended up getting married to a different woman who was even pregnant! If he was not a hard-hearted man, he would have started crying. It occurred to him that he did not know how old the pregnancy was. He opened his eyes to inquire, the doctor had left leaving only his personal assistant. When he opened his eyes, instead of finding out how old the pregnancy was, he started raking. “so, Elvis h

While the sniper, in her usual mood, just gave her a bored and evidently uninterested look. “Well done,” the woman said. Her smile never vanished as she kept her eyes on the sniper’s face. “Same to you,” the sniper responded, concentrating on the LED television. A smirk formed on the sniper’s lips as she hardly listen to the breaking news. It says that the most influential businessman was killed by an unrecognized sniper. The sensitive video appeared on the left corner of the television on how the said businessman died. The sniper chuckled. “Wow. So now, you are an unknown sniper. Fantastic!” snapped the woman in front of her; clapping her hands.

Maximof’s wide grin on his wedding day made him sick to his stomach—a weak man and a simp, who was already mesmerized by his beautiful bride he knew nothing about. Now he was dead, murdered, with no link whatsoever pointing to his killers but Vincent knew, he knew the Moretti’s had something to do with it. It was the reason he chose to marry the widow in the first place, sign the marital contract with a hidden clause she didn’t know about. Their marriage was to be over as soon as he gathered enough evidence that she had a hand in Maximof’s death.

“You’re going to tell me exactly who paid you to take my wife.” Silence. The thicker man even dared a smirk. Lucas smiled back, and it was terrifying. “I enjoy enthusiasm. But stubbornness? That’s a real asset. Helps me test the new equipment.” He tapped a section of the wall. A sleek panel slid open, revealing a hidden arsenal, surgical steel, electrics, and restraints designed for maximum pain with minimum damage. Tools of persuasion. He selected several and set them down with a quiet, deliberate click. “Let’s start simple,” he said pleasantly. “Fingers or teeth?”

She dressed in black, lifted her chin, and continued walking as though the weight on her shoulders belonged to someone else. She did not mourn the man who had built a secret life with Sophia Marino, nor the husband who had fathered a secret heir behind her back. She mourned the years she had blindly sacrificed, and the security that had vanished the moment Anthony’s car exploded into a ball of fire. The world thought she was a grieving widow breaking under the loss. They did not know that beneath her veil, her eyes were completely dry, hardened by a cold desire for vengeance.

I want revenge but I'm weak peerless and feeble which is why they wanted me out if their circle, they made me a pawn forced me to do things then kicked me out, I stated away from them totally trying to love my own life but they were not satisfied they had to crawl back into my life and the closest person whom I had with them betrayed ms, he sold me out and watched me die, she saw my corpse turning white get she did nothing and passed by me,so get it straight and thick I do not want to have anything to do with the hunters they despise me and they disgust me, I'd like for you to never call me a hunter, although that part of me lies within. I want it to remain dead completely, ever since I came

Sooner or later, she wouldn't be able to stop the transformation. “You’ve been staring on your hands for ages,” Amanda said, turning to see her in the backseat. Mira put her hands into the pocket of her jacket. “What did you do to the sniper?” “Minor injuries,” Griffin replied, briefly looking at her through the rear mirror. “He didn’t give much information. His target was confirmed to be the Commander. After that, he was ordered to kill you too. But he didn’t know the person who hired him. Same instruction—get the equipment, find the target, and kill.”

And then he says, “Good, because we might just kill everyone else who knows. Keep this a secret, huh, and we won’t have a problem.” I understand what the huge guy says again. And as to this, I see how he picks out a gun from the shelf compartment and blows on it with his mouth. “M24 Sniper Weapon System, Serial Number: M24SWS-7489B12. You just need to find the tallest building, place it on the placement, and fire. This beauty here has the capacity to travel longer ranges. Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat if you use this weapon,” the huge guy says.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

The mysterious sniper, her face hidden, lowered her rifle, her voice—soft but deadly—lingering: “This ends now.” “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice raw, my shoulder stinging from the visitor’s graze. The sniper stepped closer, her silhouette sharp against the firelight from the helicopter’s wreckage, but she didn’t answer, her eyes scanning the cliff for threats. Liam’s grip tightened, his love a vow that steadied me, his bloodied shoulder trembling but his resolve unbroken. “Sophia, we need to move,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, a promise of a future we could still fight for.