Novel & Cerita Woke Up This Morning And Got Myself A Gun

I said. I looked down at my ruined gold dress. "Because when we walk into that factory," I whispered, "I'm going to be the one who pulls the trigger." *** It's was morning now Behind the barn, the air smelled of wet grass and gunpowder. "Again," Dante said. He stood three feet away from me, arms crossed and face expressionless, he hadn’t slept, well none of us had. I raised the Glock 19, It was heavier than it looked in movies. The grip felt rough against my palm, digging into my skin. My arms ached from holding it up for the last hour, but I didn’t lower it.

Alright then, I might just need to tail Sarah when she leaves today. ******* I stood in my closet, getting dressed, the unsettling thought of Sarah being blackmailed still lingered. I tried so hard to control the anger I felt. I walked over to the wall where my safe was concealed, entered the combination and the small door opened. I extended my hand inside it and retrieved my gun— a 9-millimeter. I slid the gun into my waist at my lower back, my pants wrapping tightly around it. Then I headed downstairs to have breakfast.

We were back home now and I was in my room watching Lucifer with Luca and Nico, and Giovanni. They were on my bed while I was checking out the guns. I never thought in a million years I would be holding a gun again because the last one I had Jake took it and that's when all the beating and torture actually started happening. I smirked at the guns before laying the guns and knives on the couch. I decided to keep the purple gun in my car and keep the black one on me.

I spray it all over me. Today will be good. It has to be. I walk out of my closet to my bedroom. On my bed is a leather strap bag and a gun. My gun. Loaded with bullets. I stare at it for a considerably long time before making a decision. No matter how hard I try to, some parts of me would never die and I plan to keep it that way. After all, every ammunition I have were obtained legally. It’s a licensed gun. I walk to my bed and pick it up. My eyes drape all over it. The metallic scent gives me a brief euphoria. This gun has killed many. Hopefully, there won’t be more people to kill.

Why would there be a gun under the pillow? Who even kept guns under pillows? My hands trembled slightly as I picked it up carefully. It was heavier than I expected and cold too. Okay. Maybe the universe had not completely abandoned me. I checked the chamber awkwardly the way I had seen in movies. Loaded. Holy shit…I had a loaded gun. A shaky breath left me. I immediately pointed it toward the door. Wait. Did I even know how to shoot this thing properly? I frowned. No. But honestly? How hard could it be?

“Make it fun.” I rolled out of bed, my boxers tight, my feet hitting the hardwood, my hands grabbing jeans, a shirt, and my Glock, its weight grounding. Lucian watched, his cigar glowing, his grin a promise. I slipped on my jacket, my boots thudding, my mind on last night’s warehouse—our guns blazing, Viktor’s blood, Marco’s pleas.

Before I could think of anything else, I unlocked my door and dashed into the house. I had no problem having to kill with my own hands, he deserved it. I grabbed my gun and ran into my car. I owned guns, so don't be surprised. I refused to mount guards at my house so I was my own security, maybe in future I'd see the need for guards.

he exclaimed while running toward it. I heard someone's heavy footsteps behind us, followed by the swish of bullets. Groaning, I sped up as Uncle Norton and I jumped into the room and slammed the door behind us. We locked the door and moved back, scanning the place… “Shit,” I muttered as I realized we had just run into the trap. I reached into my purse and pulled out my gun. Uncle Norton's eyes widened. “Where did you get this?” I shrugged. “Darren gave it to me. I hoped I'd never have to use it, but…”

MAX POV You know the saying, ‘Good things never last", well I should have known that happy moment was just the calm before the storm that was about to hit me. My door burst open the next morning, and the first thing I did was grab my gun, and point it towards the door. Of course, I should have expected it was only Zayne that could have the guts to come in without knocking. As I got up from bed, something dragged my hand down, and I looked to see Rose, snuggling my hand.

I was nothing but a child. My eyes snapped open, determination replacing the emptiness I'd felt moments ago. If I couldn't get to them from inside the system, I'd do it my way. I grabbed my leather jacket from the coat rack and headed to the door. But something made me pause. In the back of my closet, hidden behind winter clothes, was a box. I pulled it out, opening it to reveal my personal gun. No department issued. No traces. Perfect.