Becoming Bulletproof Novels & Stories

I clicked it back, getting the safety off. “Why do you have a gun?” Dennis asked with fear. “I just need us to stay calm.” “Stay calm? They’re shooting at us!” “It’s bulletproof. They won’t get in.” “What if they notice and get even higher bullets?” “Trust me. There’s no way they can be able to get higher bullets. I’m sure they’re just ragtag criminals anyway…” Immediately I said that, one of the glasses broke as a very large bullet got in. I gasped. It was an ammo-piercing bullet.

“But self-defense isn’t about letting anyone have power over you. It’s about taking it back.” Anna looked at her, considering the words. Slowly, she picked up the gun again, gripping it more firmly this time. “Alright,” she said, stepping back toward the target. “Let’s try this again.” Bonnie smiled, stepping aside to guide her. “That’s the spirit. Now, aim a little higher this time…” Anna steadied her aim and fired again. This time, the bullet hit the target right in the center. Her eyes widened in disbelief before she jumped and screamed in excitement. "Yes! I did it!"

So, these people were his first batch of training targets! Clang clang clang... Bullets hit the car's body continuously, making a clanging sound. Florence leaned against the car window, head lowered, covering her ears, afraid to even breathe, fearing the bullets would hit her. Henry opened the car door and shot at the car behind him. The bullet didn't affect the glass of that car. He quickly turned back. Damn it, it was bulletproof glass. Suddenly, a car rushed towards their side, the window opened, and several handguns were fired desperately.

I had never felt more loved, more protected and more happy than I was in this moment. Bronx POV As the words left her lips of the disgusting things that fucker Mason said he wanted to do to her, Bullet lost it. I tried to keep him calm but it was a losing battle. Glancing away from the road into the back seat, I knew this was going to get bad quick. None of us had control, other than Vince. The echos of Ellie’s sobs, the way her voice broke, the fear I felt through the Guardian Knight bond tipped me and Bullet over the edge.

I murmured, not wanting to talk about the decision I made again. “Yeah, it will not always happen but it does all the time and you have to get used because frankly, it will get worse. So when you recover better, we have a lot of talking to do, apart from you trying to always die, you need to learn how to protect yourself.” He confessed. “You are not afraid of what I can do to you when I learn how to protect myself?” I questioned with a murderous glint in my eyes. “Frankly, you can't do anything to me. Have you seen my physical strength?? You should more than try that, it would take you years of practice to get a bullet through my skin. ”

Such a nice and bright young man with endless future prospects disappeared from this world just because he had awakened a power that could stand in the way of someone’s ambition. “It’s more than that,” Fynn continued scrolling, “They were afraid that after we realized what their bullets were made out of, we’d start producing soothing bullets to counter them. And no matter how limited our production of soothing bullets might be, it would certainly be several orders of magnitude larger than their production of black bullets.”

“I push people away. I hurt them before they can hurt me first.” “Before you,” I continued, voice rough, “I didn’t have vulnerabilities. I was safe. I was in control. And then you showed up, and my world turned upside down.” I let out a breath that felt like it had been trapped for years. “I didn’t know how to feel like that for someone else, Hale. I didn’t know how to want someone without it feeling like a liability.” I swallowed, forcing myself to stay where I was instead of retreating into instinct.

Elias yelled, running toward the street with his weapon drawn. Gunfire erupted in the street. Elias raised his pistol, firing three rapid shots at the driver's side window of the SUV. The loud cracks echoed off the tall buildings like thunder. Sparks flew as the bullets struck the reinforced glass, leaving white spiderweb cracks but failing to penetrate the thick armor. The vehicle was bulletproof. The mercenary was safe inside his steel cage, protected from the security team's retaliation. "The glass is reinforced!" Elias shouted, frantically reloading his weapon. "We cannot stop him!"

And yet he had saved my life four times. The first time, assassins came for me. He stepped in front of me and took a bullet through the arm. After that, he could never lift a heavy weapon again. The second time, I ran a fever that would not break. Someone told him that if a person stood in the freezing wind and prayed, there would be a chance it might turn. He actually did it. He stood outside in a thin shirt through a full day and night of bitter cold and nearly died. The third time, someone set fire to the estate. Everyone else got out. Stefan went back in for me.

“Don’t panic. I already know that.” “What? then why you ask me,” I yelled. “I want answers from you. I should know that I got better hearing power than you and others. I also know about the video you got from the café.” “You do? Yes, I got that and I can’t understand whether the bullet passed you or bounced off or whatever. It’s confusing me” “Calm down, the bullet is not powerful enough. I won’t even consider it as a bullet. We are more powerful than the people from here. It’s like a rubber-like thing to us.so It neither touched nor passed me. It’s dissolved. Is your doubt clear?”