Life's Pains (part 6)
For some reason he also kept a machete under his desk, as if all these guns wouldn't be enough to stop an intruder. he had a bunch of combat knives and even a few swords. my dad was the biggest gun addict you would ever find anywhere.
Rociel's Transfer
Holding the gun as steady as he could, he slowly locked onto the deer... and he quickly pulled the trigger. bang!
The Double Life - Chapter 5
Well, i was right about him having a gun. a big six shooter, probably a forty five caliber, that nearly shines with how cleanly its polished. but the gun isn't what gets me staring slack jawed. it's more the one holding the gun.
Nuclear Anomaly
"quite," nikola frowned and held the gun's strap more tightly. "sorry, man. anyways, the mission's going to go fine. this place shouldn't be that hard to find, right?"
The ones left alive: Part 1
I picked up the bag and put the gun into my harness. i saw our rifle on the rack and grabbed it, i knew it would a use somehow and i doubt that alexis would be opposed to another bit of protection.
Outlaws
Spurs jingled like sleigh-bells and guns weighed heavily in their holsters. her gun-belt rested atop her wide hips above tiny shorts on an ass like a prize-winning pumpkin.
Tigger Tank & A Horn Handled Gun (prequal)
"ten thousand steps, ten steps compensation, full charge rail gun!" "rail gun at ninety eight percent," replied delta.
Guns & Arrows: Segment of my book "Planes"
guns crossed with swords, and swords crossed with the heads of those too slow to raise their guns to block, or had their guns cut in half by swords before taking their lives.
Prologue of City in the Snow
He rested the gun to his side as he stepped down the path towards where the truck should be. it had to be a little more; likely just beyond the bend behind a tree.
Behind Locked Doors | Part 9
I had his gun so he was unarmed. i saw him run for a stray gun lying next to the hyena writhing in pain. i lifted my gun at him, but i found that i ran out of bullets.
The End Won't Phase Me - Chapter Two - Paradise To Hell
My mother tossed the empty m14 aside and quickly dashed to the table, took the .45, and leapt back to where she was before, slamming the first mag into the gun.
All in the family.txt
I saw pointy feline ears and drew my gun. she didn't move, not even blink. "ryvin" she said, her voice was so seductive, so careless of the gun to her head i almost flinched. "i know where to find your friend." alright, this time i flinched.