Becoming Bulletproof Novels & Stories

Em started. But I was already walking out. Because every second we debated was another second Mia was in danger. Another second Victoria had to prepare. Another second closer to that deadline. I grabbed my gear. Gun. Knife. Body armor. Bull met me at my bike. "You're really doing this," he said. "Yeah," I confirmed. "You're going to get yourself killed," Bull replied. "Maybe," I agreed. "But at least I'll know what we're up against." Bull handed me something.

I curled up with a scream. ***** Minutes later, peace finally seeped into my body. I uncoiled my body and sat up, and the three of us were swerving left and right repeatedly as the truck sped out of the maze of the shady side of the city. No one said a word until we reached the expressway. Then, I jumped, startling both men. The windscreen was good as new so I sank in relief. As if reading my mind, Ben replied proudly in a lighter tone, “Bullet proof.” I felt a smile on my lips until something else popped into my mind, and then I jumped again to my left.

I answered back "And that's what I'm doing!" He exclaimed I sighed and rolled my eyes. I looked at my bruised ankle to see that the swelling is gone and it doesn't hurt me anymore. I exercised it a bit and stood up. "There now let me see that surprise," I stated Read looked at me for a second, debating whether I am really good to go or just being stubborn. Nevertheless, he stood up, took his keys and we both went out. We saw Wayne while walking out holding some bulletproof vest.

Oh, Jeff, I should have listened to you. Seeing that Ben wasn't going to open the car, they aimed the gun at us and started shooting. Unfortunately for them, none of the bullets broke the window. Surprised, I tapped Ben's shoulder. “Don't worry, it is bulletproof." Wow! What a miracle. I would have been battling with my life now had it been that bullet had hit me. While rubbing my tummy, an idea suddenly crept into my head. “Ben, drive us out of here, fast!"

"NEVER!" Bima roared, his entire body tensing as he ignored the agony in his pinned leg and bitten arm. The Master AI Fitness Freak's eyes, once displaying a smiling icon, now flickered yellow beside Riska, projecting the bullet's velocity data. [Warning! Kevin's 'Protein Shooter' is active! Bullet speed: Mach 1.5! Destructive power: HIGH!] [System Suggestion: Evade or parry! Protein bullets can cause 'Muscle Denaturation' and 'Acute Calorie Crisis'!]

But nothing came. No pain. No shattering. Just Nico’s breath at her ear, followed by a cold, mocking laugh. “You really thought I’d let you die that easy?” he whispered, grinning against her cheek. Maya’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked. The glass hadn’t even cracked. The bullets had bounced off like pebbles on steel. Bulletproof. She exhaled shakily, her shoulders sagging in relief, but the pain still clung to every inch of her body.

Bullets begin piercing the jeep, the thunderous sound of firing weapons crackles through the air, and I scream, anxiously cramming my growing frame beneath the dashboard of the vehicle as shattered glass showers us. "It's going to be okay," Ace says above the cacophony of gunfire. "The doors have been reinforced with bulletproof steel plates, so as long as you keep your head down, you won't be shot," He assures me, popping his head up and analyzing our current situation. He removes the magazine from the gun he is holding, inspects it, and ensures that it is fully loaded with bullets before re-inserting it. "Here, remember what I taught you." He says, thrusting the weapon towards me.

he asked, glancing forward. “Don’t beat yourself up too much. It’s all about knowing what to give and what to expect,” she replied, smiling at the young man beside her. If he truly wanted to survive in this world, he would have to confront every moral value he held dear. … “I am almost ready,” Cassie said, grabbing a Glock-19 from the gun board and tucking it in her thigh pocket.

"I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana." It was pouring rain outside. I stood at the entrance, watching the downpour. I remembered another rainy night, so long ago. The night I took a bullet for Lorenzo, my blood mixing with the rain. Back then, I thought that was love. Willing to give anything, even your life, for the person you loved. Now I knew better. That wasn't love. It was stupidity. "Bella, I was drunk that night..." Lorenzo was still pleading. "I didn't call her name, I said..."

Less likely to be real. My flesh and my muscles dilated to receive the bullet, opening as if trying to escape the heat that that shot caused. I heard something break and trim the impact of the shot, I thought it was my own heart, but I was convinced that it would not make noise if it were broken. Probably one of my ribs, my only bulletproof vest.