the punisher shotgun scene

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Even in the least likely place you trust the least, all in between your investigations. With its gift tales of dark pleasure in the midst of darkness and desire. -Now that you were between the bets and the great conquests, when you said that everything could change. Even now, so he could trust the manipulation of his old acquaintances, now, he was anticipating, when it would change his life. So this is where he would need to have high expectations, he was taking them into whole different territory, they better wait for the new one, he wouldn't let them prepare for what he could prove they weren't smarter than him, not really though they were less prepared, he was the one. Between his travels, in the midst of the multiverse, that he could change the world, prevent crimes from happening, not attacking anyone directly, mainly, betting with countless demons, ancestral beings, aliens and gods, involved with his beloved.

This world has always been ordinary. Ancient myths and whispers through campfire tales, was never real. Only a reflection of longing, fear, and wonder passed down through generations. In truth, the world moved forward untouched by the supernatural, devoid of mystery. Belief, however, lingers. It settles quietly in forgotten corners of the mind, dormant in fiction and ritual, waiting for a spark. Stories may press against the edges of reality, but they are never capable of crossing it. For generations, the boundary has held firm—until now. As inexplicable events ripple across society—subtle at first, then undeniable—the world begins to bend. Old stories reemerge with new weight. Monsters once trapped in myth are glimpsed in alleyways. Symbols gain power. And every lie told with conviction becomes harder to distinguish from truth. The world is changing. And no one—not the skeptics, not the authorities, not even those who set it in motion—can stop it.

“You need a wife.” She said. “What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive. “I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. “Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline. “I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. Without giving him time to react, she kissed him. Damn! She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her. She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love. This was not love. Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more. And she should feel the same way. No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier. Then, she gradually pulled her lips away. “Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity. “No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his. Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it. “And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple. The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her. “As I said, marry me?” *** Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

I am the Divine Punisher of Kunlun I am feared not only by unorthodox sects of Kunlun but also by the orthodox sects I am the nightmare of all those who sin Or at least I was all of that But now, "Who is this ugly old man and why is he looking at me like that? I don't want him to look at me like that" But now I am a toddler or at least in a one ======================= Hello guys, Author here This is my very first novel English is not my mother tongue so there are bound to be some mistakes, but I hope you can ignore them and give my novel a try. The first twenty chapters are a bit about the settling down of the mc after which the prologue will end and the first arc will begin. Until then, please give it a try. Also, there will be one chapter every day for now, but if I gain support, the chapter count might increase. Read it and let me know if I should change something in it. Thanks, and enjoy reading. Also, the cover does not belong to me so the owner can let me know and I will remove it.

Kael was a "rat"—a lowly stable boy in a frozen, brutal medieval world where Knights ruled with iron and Barbarians crushed skulls with bone clubs. His life was worth less than the manure he shoveled. That changed the night he butchered a Knight with a rusty dagger to pay a debt of blood. Chosen by the God of Slaughter, Kael awakens the Aether System. His cheat? The ability to project his soul into other worlds, live countless lives, and bring their powers back to reality—if he survives. But power is not free. It is bought with pain, time, and sanity. World 1: The Wild West. He spends a lifetime as "El Lobo," a legendary gunslinger. He returns with the muscle memory of a master marksman and a 12-gauge shotgun. World 2: The Martial Arts Realm. He trains for decades as a Wuxia disciple. He returns with internal energy that can shatter steel. Now, as the Kingdom faces war and monsters surge from the dark, the nobles sneer at the servant boy holding a strange metal tube. They chant spells. They draw enchanted swords. Kael takes a slow breath. He racks the slide. Click-clack. "Parry this."

In the past, the question was how to prevent this from happening, to prevent lives from being destroyed, now he knows how. when great emotions make us the greatest conquerors, the same for him being a great player, being a great king of manipulation, in which he was the richest, among the best, at that time, when everything was as promising as possible, so that there was no change for himself, but he thought seriously, so he made his games, today was different, everything changed. Since that time, with great mysteries and conquests, recovering great moments of his life, he has seen how everything has changed, his life has taken a turn, he has followed life, he lives in a new world, now, each day is a new day, he he no longer regrets the deaths, now, he knows how to remedy it, he no longer blames himself for what happened, before he couldn't change it, now he can avoid it, but it all comes down to. - Is it worth changing some events - So now, I decide if I should leave everyone in their cabins or alone, it didn't haunt him for long. Now, we have a new day... - Now we'll see everything.

“You aren’t my real husband so you can’t tell me what to do.” “Does this feel fake to you?” Without warning, he grabbed both sides of my face and smashed his lips down onto mine in a heated kiss. Not only stealing my breath away but flipping my entire world on its axis. *** Dove has been through more than the average person and has just taken another blow with her mother’s health when she meets the attractive Miles Scott—a billionaire who is looking for a fake wife to get his grandfather off his back. Miles proposes a deal that Dove can’t resist—if she marries him, he will help pay for the surgeries her mother needs, and they can divorce after a year. Dove thought marrying Miles would be smooth sailing, but it’s anything but when the ghost from her past comes back to haunt her in the form of her ex-boyfriend and the events that scarred her that she tried to keep buried become unearthed. As Dove’s world spins on its axis, will she be able to come out the other side unscathed? And will her ‘fake marriage’ not be so fake after all? My Shotgun Marriage with the Billionaire CEO is created by A. B. Elwin, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

At eighteen, she was cast into a familiar hell. Bound to a mysterious System that demands the "righteous" execution of humanity’s evils, Tejumole found that ending the suffering of others only paved her own path to destruction. Haunted by a past she could not forget, she sought to welcome the embrace of death, unwilling to decipher any truths. Yet, just when she was about to lose herself completely, she found her light. A child, appearing out of nowhere to steady her as she swims in an ocean of blood. Her hands are stained, and her soul is scarred, but she will give everything to protect what she holds dear. Including herself. Updates: Two Chapters every Sundays starting 5th of April 2026. This is a work of fiction from the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any real-life events without fore mentioning is purely coincidental. I do not own the book cover. **I will be posting this story on Royal Road**

Author: The R18 is for the gore and vague description of sex in the story. WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE EXPECTING FULL BLOWN SMUT. ... [Ding! Punisher System Activated.] [Objective: Eliminate the sinners.] Cia died and woke up in another world. Not as a hero. Not as a villain or anything special. Just the eldest brother of four walking disasters in a town teetering on collapse. Unfortunately, he landed in the body of the eldest from the world’s most cursed gene pool. His sweet little siblings? Superpowered threats waiting to explode. - One channels darkness. - One sees doom. - One breaks everything. - And one plays fate as if it were a gamble. And Cia? He got a system. A naive, clingy, mostly useless system that rewards EXP for eliminating “sinners.” (Spoiler: that’s basically everyone.) Now, by day, he’s a responsible big brother. By night, he drags sinners into hell with cursed chains like an executioner. His siblings’ powers? Hidden. The bodies? Also hidden. The legend of the “Weeping Masked Punisher”? Very much not hidden. As the body count (dead bodies) rises and whispers reach the farthest empires, Cia realizes he's not just cleaning up messes... he's the trouble. Additional Tags: -Strong Female Lead - Familiar Affection - Mystery - Gore - Violence - Demons ... Also note that thing novel is a bit bulky. 1500+ words per chapter. My chapters are long AF so be warned. 1 (min) or 2 (max) chapters a day depending on the author.