Bite The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

The bite on my wrist healed quickly. "What appears to be the dilemma? Why are you pressuring me to drink like that?" He was immediately perplexed, possibly wondering why I didn't let him bite directly. "I will never let you bite me again!" I declared coldly. You can't bite me again because I no longer feel safe with you. I always neglect to ask one of my queries. Who exactly are you?

ZACHARY CHARGED at the intruders. Using his right hand, he punched the first one in the stomach and then kicked the groin. The man bellowed in pain. While he was unfinished with the first, the second intruder tried to punch him in the jaw, but he missed. Zachary's fangs elongated, then he bit the man's jugular. Their blood was acid in his tongue. He wanted to puke at the aftertaste. Throwing the second man, he charged at the other, but he teleported.

Remembering something his assistant had said earlier, he offered, “The price is up to you. And there will be added benefits if you want them.” The first time he’d uttered more than a single sentence at a time, and it had to be complete bullshit. Maya didn’t hesitate before shredding the card and throwing the pieces at the idol. “Stay away from me,” she warned and took off in sprints back in the direction of her house. Coming out had clearly been a mistake. Dae watched her leave. Moments later, he got into his car and drove away. ⸻

I snatch it and shove it at his mouth. "Bite this. It’ll help with the pain." Lucian glares at me for a second but obeys, clamping the stick between his teeth. I take a deep breath, trying not to think about what I’m about to do, and I act before my hands start to become clammy. I dig the knife into the first wound, and blood oozes. Bile rises in my throat at the sight, but I force it down quickly and focus. "There it is," I blurt, gritting my teeth. I grip the tiny, bloodied bullet and pull it free before it slips through my fingers.

He’ll use you—and your children—as leverage. The bile rose in my throat, hot and bitter. My chest tightened, ribs aching from the bullet I barely remembered feeling. I pressed a hand to the wound, but the pain didn’t matter. What mattered was the realization that the nightmare hadn’t ended—it had only shifted into a new form, more insidious, more personal.

“But if you insist, it is okay. I am just going to let this stay in the refrigerator.” He got the pitchel again and then he walked towards the refrigerator. I was staring at the pitchel as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world right now. Bullet is smiling as if now entertained more of what I am reacting to. When I made sure that disgusting pitchel was out of my sight once more. I went back to the dining table and then I continued to eat again as if there is no tomorrow. Like Bullet is going to steal the food away from me. I don’t know how much I ate that morning. All I knew was that I was the one who was able to finish all of the food that Bullet prepared for the both of us.

He flipped the pages, seems like he's trying to find something on the book. “This is you po, Tita. Because Daddy said you're a grandma.” He cutely said while pointing at the picture of the Grandma, laying down the bed. Nagpilit ako ng ngiti at marahan na hinaplos ang pisnge ni Bullet. “Ang cute mo naman, Bullet. Pwede ka yakapin sa leeg?” Pilit kong itinatago ang gigil ko sa ilalim ng aking ngiti. Biro lang syempre!

"Alice!" "Woof! Woof! Woof!" I was okay, but my daughter had been bitten right through the thigh. Was my rebirth for nothing? Could I really not change anything? Despair flooded over me as I crawled toward her. I held her tightly and called her name repeatedly. Just then, the wail of sirens finally filled the air. Alice was rushed into the emergency room for stitches. Meanwhile, Thomas stood a short distance away. He was talking on the phone, his face lit up in excitement.

People instinctively stepped back. The man scanned the room before fixing his gaze on Greg, his voice icy. “Who,” he asked, “is bullying my fiancée?” I looked up. My eyes met Julian’s deep, unfathomable gaze.

I feel like I'm going to throw up at any moment. I stomped my feet to fight back but it did nothing to the monster. I'm starting to feel weak. Is this what they say is a dream? Am I going to die here? I tried to hold the necklace that grandma gave me. "I-I don't think I can go back, Grandma..." I said weakly. I kissed that necklace with my closed eyes. I think it's still a nightmare that's going to kill me. I didn't even finish school. I didn't fight anymore, and let the monster pull me. I accepted when my life was about to end in a nightmare. What exactly do I have against the one who pulls me?