Woke Up This Morning And Got Myself A Gun นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was already dawn, and we had fcked all night. This was the first time I’d ever felt my body exhausted and still desired more at the same time. --- In the morning. I woke up to the most beautiful scene any man who admires a woman could wish to see. At first, I didn’t find her in bed. I pulled on my trousers, placed my gun in my back pocket—a habit—and headed downstairs, bare-chested. When my eyes landed on her in the kitchen, I leaned on the doorframe, watching her with a stupid smile on my face.

After making sure I had everything, I grabbed the keys to the car and headed to the front door. I managed to slip out as quietly as I could, locked her door with my spare key and went over to my place. My brothers were already dressed up, waiting for me. I passed them and walked into my room. I went to the drawer and brought out something I didn't think I would ever use again. A gun. A fucking pistol. I hadn't seen this thing in months, and here I was. Holding it in my hand, preparing to end someone's life. But, I knew I had to.

That bastard needed to be taught a fucking lesson. I walked to my drawer, opened the last one as I found a secret hatch by the side. I pushed it, and a false hatch opened as I opened it and found my gun. It was a Desert Eagle, one I had gotten for self-defense. Taking it up, I fixed the bullet, then clicked it back. I looked at it… its shiny silver gleaming in the afternoon sun that was coming in from the tempered glass from the floor-to-ceiling windows. With a sigh, I leaned back in my chair, a gun in my right hand and a whiskey glass in the other. I downed my drink and set it down before hissing through my teeth.

Thinking about it made me furious, to think that he may have laid hands on her infuriated me. I looked at the gun I had kept on the passengers seat, a black AK 47 which I had owned since I was twenty two years old and just made my first big profit; it was now my only defence against the unknown that awaited me in that shack. I was so carried away by my thoughts that I drove past the bend I was supposed to take leading into the wood. GPS had instructed me earlier in that mechanical robotic voice" TURN LEFT" but I didn't hear it.

When I finished, I put on some new clothes and tossed the ones of yesterday into the laundry basket. Reaching into my closet, I brought out my gun case and opened it to take out my gun. The gun was licensed and I acquired it not so long ago. I had two guns – the one I usually kept hidden in my car which I had pointed at Ben yesterday, and this one which I kept in the apartment for security reasons. That yesterday, I had pointed that gun at him, without intentions of killing him, but scaring him so he could get his filthy hands off B. But today, I’m willing to go the extra mile. And I don’t care what happens.

Jerk. “I got the second one in the thrift shop and the third one in the hallway,” he said, setting the empty bowl of my dinner on the tray. Tongue-tied, I eyed the three guns on the table. It hasn’t been twenty hours, and people are already coming after me. Gooseflesh blanketed my skin. I unfolded my arms and rubbed a hand on either side of me. How did my life end up like this? All I did was love some asshole who used me to manipulate my biological father. I didn’t want any of this.

Before I fell into a coma, I heard Yedda and Lucas calling me urgently; I must have made them worry again. ... When I woke up, it was already the next day. I looked up at the ash-gray ceiling for a while, then I sat up, put on my coat, and prepared to go out. I took a few steps, but suddenly it felt like something was missing. I rummaged through my memory for a while, then I realized it. Where's my gun? Could it be that last night, after transforming, my gun got lost on the battlefield? I quickly wanted to go out and find Yedda to ask. When I walked out, I suddenly looked back as if I saw something on the table. I'm certainly not mistaken; it's my gun.

No one knows this code but me, even Chad doesn’t know it. The electronic padlock makes a beep and the door of the closet opens. I push it farther so I can get a decent view of the guns. My eyes land on one of the guns that I consider my lucky gun. I have used it to assassinate about twenty two persons, it has never failed me. I even nicknamed it, I call it Betsy. I take Betsy from among the other guns and I also take enough ammo to kill a small army. I just like to be prepared, who knows what may happen.

So laughable! “Step back and put your hands on your head,” he commanded, as he reached for his gun hidden in his groin. I sighed, "I have seen way too many guns today, I even ended up having to get one for myself.” I also took out the gun I was hiding in my groin. I found it in Melody’s car and decided to use it as my shield because it was not loaded. “Isaac, I want you to make this as simple as simple can be, let Alison go.”

I looked out into the street with a smile on my lips The view exactly how I liked it. “I need a gun,” I said simply. “As soon as possible.” Silence. Then—“Consider it done.”