Becoming Bulletproof Novels & Stories

I said ”You do realize that it's risky going there without a plan?” he asked me "I have a plan, don’t get shot,” I said and he shook his head “That's your plan?” he asked in shock “Yes, I organized some heavy-duty bulletproof vests but you know they only protect the vulnerable parts of the body,” I said “You mean to tell me that we are not going to turn?” he asked in disbelief “you want us to face the vampires in our human form. We will be very vulnerable

“I hate it that you believe that fuckers like Riley will keep coming.” “But I can't just sit calmly, trusting that a horror like this will never happen again,” she reasoned. “The next time someone tries to hurt me, I want to know I can defend myself.” I swallowed a curse, knowing there was no flaw in her reasoning. The sole being by my side endangered her, not to mention that there was already one psycho around her, ready to strike—Kaiden. “Fine,” I said tightly, “I will show you a few moves that can help you defend yourself. I will also teach you how to shoot.”

Then just how tense must his muscles be after he spent all day bent over a desk? A wave of sympathy washed over me. Feeling bad for the man, I decided to introduce him to the wonderful world of massage guns. I cleared my throat before saying, "There's no need to turn it off. You can come sit here and try it out. It really feels very good!" Uncle Theo's brows twitched. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?" I wasn't surprised that he was scared. After all, such a large object was buzzing madly under the covers. It was indeed a daunting prospect.

It still had Bryan and his wife gripping each other’s hands when they heard the loud clattering from the bullets bouncing off the muscle car’s body. “I didn’t know she was bulletproof either. What else can she do?” Amy said, joking along with her husband, which helped slow down her heart rate. Amy felt relieved that she and her husband didn’t have to worry about being covered with broken glass, or worse, struck by high-caliber bullets.

one of the men stated loudly, glaring at her. Another man, the biggest of the four, pointed his gun directly at Ellie and yelled, “Open up.” Ellie knew the glass would hold. The building had been designed to withstand an assault. She raised her middle finger while pressing down the com button with her other hand to give them the ability to hear her clearly. “Screw you. It’s bulletproof.” “You fucking animal,” one of them shouted. He pulled a handgun, aimed at Ellie’s face and fired. She flinched but the glass didn’t break. It left a small mark but it didn’t even crack. “This is just a meeting building and you can’t gain entry,” she explained. “You might as well beat your chests, you stupid a

James taps my shoulder, "You sure you want to do this, young man?" He speaks to me not as his boss and driver but as an elderly caring for my safety. "I'll be fine, James," I say that not because there's no fear in me, but because I want to be safe. I have to be safe. I need to be safe. I keep repeating and manifesting these words. Mark is putting some wiring in me for monitoring. Making sure my bulletproof vest is intact. Taking deep breaths one at a time, glad I do yoga. I managed to calm my nerves, channeling that inner peace within me.

"After, well, where we just were and seeing those in action, I worry about shooting a gun off here." Tom took a moment to follow her sentence. It was hard to speak let alone understand when they had to leave so much out. He shook his head. "You don't need to worry about that. All the spheres, bubbles, domes, tubes, and everything has to be deep pressure safe. The material they use is more than bulletproof. Brooke shrugged. "If you say so. I just have a hard time believing that after seeing it firsthand." "How about you? Are you ready for work tomorrow?"

The hot bullet made contact with my forearm, and pierced into my muscles. Before he could fire a second bullet, I punched the rifle out his hand and it landed on the floor. Without wasting any quarter of a second, I rushed towards him and grabbed him. The two behind me also brought out their rifles, but before they could fire, I had swung him around. He was the covering I needed. He became the bulletproof that I didn't have. All the remaining bullets from his accomplices' rifles pierced his body. Blood began to pump out from all of the places. It didn't take long for the two remaining ones to run out of bullets.

Seeing that Isla's face got gloomier, he hurriedly reassured, "Don't worry, I was wearing a bulletproof vest at the time, so it’s just a bullet impact, a small injury. The doctor said that I just need to put a little medicine and don’t need to be hospitalized..." "Bullets hitting your body and you still say it’s a small injury? You got lucky this time and the bullet was blocked by the bulletproof vest. If you weren’t wearing a bulletproof vest, or if the bullet strayed a bit and hit a place that the vest could not cover, you wouldn’t have been able to come home, right? Alex, do you even have a sense of proportion? Bravery and recklessness aren’t the same, understand?"

It is really so bad to think that the people who must be protecting you are also one of the reasons why you can get hurt by someone outside of your, supposed to be, comfort zone. “Yeah,” Bullet nodded his head as he continued munching, “all this time, I thought that we were safe here. That we are paying enough for the security team to do their job. But we are not safe here if this will continue to be managed by the same Security Lead.” Bullet sighed exasperatedly and he messed his hair. There I saw that his knuckles were still swelling. It was so red right now like blood was stocked from there. That made me guilty. “Are your knuckles okay now?” I asked while staring at it.