Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Matteo’s men opened fire toward the upper gallery. Bullets shattered stained-glass windows. Colored fragments rained across the ancient floor like broken jewels. The mysterious sniper remained perfectly still. As though none of it concerned him. Then… He smiled. A slow smile. The kind that belonged to a man who had already won. ⸻ Adrian Moretti stared at him in disbelief. His face had lost every trace of composure. “No…” His voice barely rose above a whisper. “It isn’t possible.” “You died.” The sniper removed his gloves one finger at a time.

I fell in love so hard I found it impossible to stand back up. We had our wedding in no time. Angelina made sure of it. "Don't lose this perfect man," she sang continously. Oh, what a big mistake! I trusted him so much that I switched the name on all the inheritance my father left me to his. Sean Keller on it all. It belonged to him as much as it belonged to me. Until a month after our wedding. He had come home drunk and reeking of another woman's scent. When I asked him about it, he hit me on the face and beat me until I lost my baby.

I look at Beggar as her other leg moves, her hair fanned out behind her, her dirt covered face is scrunched in a slight frown. Her eyes open and they look right at me, and it takes Mercy pulling me away to drop my gaze to the floor. “She's up and safe, she's not your families problem any longer, as agreed Amariya DeMarco is dead, and Beggar is property of The Satan Sniper's, I owe you and your family nothing,” Rib says to whoever he is talking to on the phone. “Take your cut out, I'm going to have to cut open your sleeve, it's sticking to the wound,” Mercy says, producing a black handle hunters knife from her cargo pants.

The wedding fatiha and dinner was unique and exquisite, Hajiya Mariya Abdulgaffar wasai is marrying her two daughters off so you might understand what the wedding looked like. The brides were conveyed to their various husband's houses, Ikhlas escorted Humaira and I escorted Fati. After 30 minutes Yaya was already at the gate waiting for me. I got to the car and Ikhlas was already in there, I got into the car and we zoomed off. Around 3:00am in the morning I was woken by a sharp pain in my tummy the pain was so unbearable that I couldn't sit up or call for help. Only tears that was running down to the side of my face.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

I tried to scream for help, but no sound would come out of my mouth. “You know what? I pity you so much. I actually don’t wanna do this, but Gray hated you so much that he wants to get rid of you completely…” Gray? Does kicking me out of my house and divorcing me not satisfy him enough? How could he ask someone to kill his wife who did nothing but care for him? “Poor Jane. Once I successfully kill you, we will be forever free from you. Goodbye, Jane Williams…”

As for Sean, he finally saw the sniper's face clearly. The sniper looked like an Orwallian; he was clearly a mercenary from abroad. "Who sent you here?" Sean asked coldly. The sniper didn't answer. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but Sean didn't disappear. Instead, he saw Sean clearer! The sniper finally understood that everything in front of his eyes was really happening. Sean was a top expert! The sniper took a deep breath, and there was an unprecedentedly serious look in his eyes. He quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist. It had been covered with strong venom.

He paused recalling it was the homeless woman he killed days back. "Oh... Would you spare me if I hadn't killed her?" Luca did not respond and stared him down. "Oh seriously... A fvcking homeless b¡tch, a--" Luca silenced him with two quick shots in the head and he died on that spot. The underboss pulled out his device and called his CCTV operator. "Are you in position? Matt" "I am boss. Found a good vantage point in the area and I fvcking love this baby. It's the latest model" He snickered referring to the sniper weapon.

It whittled them down, vanish, reappear somewhere they didn’t expect. Up above, I saw the glint of a rifle barrel between the balcony rails. Sniper. He had a bead on the east side, where Wade’s men were pinned. I pulled the knife from my vest, weighed it once in my hand, and flicked it. The blade sank into his thigh, deep enough to drop him to his knees. He tried to get his aim back up, but I was already halfway up the service stairs, taking them two at a time. By the time he spotted me, my hand was on his rifle. I wrenched it sideways, shoved the barrel under his jaw, and pulled the trigger. His head snapped back, and he slumped against the rail, spilling red across the polished wood.