Bite The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

Michael let out a slow, heavy breath into the steaming water, his jaw clenching tightly as the metal tips finally clicked against the first hard silver ball deep inside his shoulder. "But then, one fateful day, the young girl completely grew tired of always sitting alone in a chair and reading heavy books," I whispered, focusing all my energy on clamping the forceps around the slick bullet. "She had already read every single storybook in her bedroom a thousand times over all by herself. Now that she had finally turned eighteen years old, the young girl was starting to get far too curious about what a real, normal life would actually look like outside the gates. She didn't want to just read a

"You don't happen to have a crush on me, do you?" My whole body seemed to fire up at the question. I couldn't look at him. I bit my lip slowly and forced a low inhale. His breath fell on my neck and I clenched harder onto my notebook. "This is dangerous!" my heart screamed. Really dangerous. I hadn't even started tutoring and I was already losing my freaking mind! The feel of his hot breath… the beautiful naked chest… Can I survive this?!

"If you want to target Roxy, at least come up with a better excuse. Who would ever eat something this bitter by accident? Anyone would spit it out the moment it touched their mouth." I never imagined it would become the tool that finally let me leave. The sharp, overwhelming bitterness exploded across my tongue. Nausea surged. I forced it down and swallowed. This time, I was really going home. Vincent dropped the box and rushed forward. He slapped my back hard, then pried my mouth open with rough fingers, scraping and digging inside. "Spit it out!" he shouted. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" I struggled wildly. Half my body went numb. I clenched my teeth and refused to let go, biting down

He leaned closer, whispering sharply: “Don’t move. Don’t scream. One sound, and this ends badly.” Judy’s heart pounded. She tried to speak, but her voice came out as a faint whisper. “Wh… why… why are you doing this?” Black Bullet chuckled softly. “Because someone wants you out of the way. And I do my job well.” Her mind raced. She tried to remember what she could do. She could not overpower him; she could not fight him. Her belly was heavy now, and she felt the baby move again. That small movement gave her a little courage.

“This feeds the gun bullets. A clip feeds magazines, which…” “Feeds the gun bullets.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He smiled and nodded. “Good girl.” “Do I get a cookie?” “No, but if you keep playing that way, you’ll get a cock.” “Well, you know how much I like that.” I pressed down the next bullet, only the fifth one, but I couldn’t get it down before the two rounded sides slipped off each other. I tossed the bullet down onto the bed and put my poor thumb in my mouth. “Thith thucks.”

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

She was afraid of the disappointment that might bring. Finally, she decided to just bite the bullet and try. Delaying wasn’t going to change anything, so she might as well get started. She pushed the book off her lap onto the bed and held her right hand out in front of her, palm up. “Illuminati verdus,” she said softly but forcefully.

I mumble and swallow the bile pushing up in my throat. “A little to the left,” he says through clenched teeth. I shift my hand a fraction to the left, biting back my own scream as my fingers close around the fragmented bullet. “What is that?” I ask. “It’s like hellfire.” “Yes. Hurry up, will you?” Ignoring the pain that’s stealing up my arm I close my fingers around the bullet and pull it out, flinging it aside. I shake my hand like I’m trying to shake the pain away. “Fuck. Ouch. Did I get the whole thing?”

End of story. He nodded curtly at Bryony, who was still in suspended animation, glass diamonding her hair, frozen in the process of hitting the ground. Hitting the streets of Seattle, why? Oh, yes, because there was a bullet. A bullet ripping the air asunder as it looked for a place to land that wasn’t glass, wasn’t brick and stone, but was something warm, something that would give underneath its nose, something that would invite it in to ricochet around until it found soft veins to decimate and organs to puncture.

I couldn't help but gulp, feeling a sudden rush of emotions. "What are you reading, baby boy?" Steve whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I looked up to see his piercing blue eyes staring back at me. "It's... It's nothing." I stuttered, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I pushed his hands away, trying to put some distance between us. I could see a little bit of sadness in his eyes but I didn't care. "Give my book back, Steve." I said. "What's so interesting about this book is that you are reading it with your mouth open. Let me see." He smirked, his eyes scanning the pages of my book.