Bite The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

"The five silver bullets were removed from your body. Not one, not two. But FIVE! It's a miracle that you are even alive. I don't know what it is that you need to go do, but you will die if you don't rest now." "Then so be it!" I fired, scowling. "Let me die. It's my life!" Supporting my weight with one of my elbows, I sat up on the bed and shifted to the edge. There was a tearing pain in my chest. It shot from up to my head. I clenched my teeth hard, trying to brave the pain.

Thinking about what the bullet comments said, I gathered that I would be treated as the fake heiress and become the next biggest victim whose identity Casper had stolen. I turned around, picked up the test report, and tore it into tiny pieces before anyone could react. I then tossed the shredded paper into the trash and then turned back before spreading my hands as I said, "Casper, you need evidence if you're going to accuse someone. What makes you think I'm a fake heiress?"

I took another long breath, muttering to myself, “Okay, Luca… You got this…” I bit down on the edge of my inner cheek as I pressed the tweezers into the open wound. The metal sliced through flesh with slow resistance. My vision flickered, pain shooting through my nerves like lightning. “Focus, Luca…” I growled, my jaw clenched so tight it felt like my teeth might snap. Sweat dripped down my forehead, blurring into my eyes. The tweezers clinked against something hard. I paused. There. The bullet.

But my ears were tuned tight. I caught myself biting my lip to a painful blister. It all didn’t feel real yet. Dead accountant. Bullet to the back of the head. Ledger still open like the poor bastard had been trying to balance the books right up until the moment somebody balanced him. I couldn’t help but imagine how the bullet hole in his head is still smoking. The bitter taste of nausea appeared inside my bleeding mouth.

I didn't want whoever it was to come in, I was uncomfortable enough with the angelic woman, Chicken soup notwithstanding. The child at the door seemed to share the sentiment and his head disappeared around the corner. “Oh come on sweetie don't be shy. He won't bite.” She looked to me as if searching for confirmation of the statement but I kept my gaze down. I had bitten someone. Once. He'd landed in a hospital and I, on the streets. The spoonful of chicken soup in my mouth became hard to swallow.

All they cared about was tearing me down, making sure I stayed the ugly duckling who dared to reach above her station. Back then, I drank every shot, choked on the burn, and still ended up puking in front of everyone. Sherry pinched her nose like I was trash, and Kenneth? He had me tossed out like one. Not this time. I set the empty glass back down with a loud clatter, staring Sherry down. "You got burned because you spilled my soup. That's on you." Sherry shot to her feet, pointing at me with fury. "What did you just say? That's on me? Finally showing your true colors, huh? I knew you were a manipulative little snake!

“I won't bite you... unless you want me to.” I cursed under my breath. I was going to pretend my heart didn't flutter as he mentioned the biting part. God, I was so pathetic someone should have slapped me across the face. I didn't even know what was worse—the part that I craved him or the fact that he knew because I was so bad at hiding it! “A cold shower,” I muttered, stumbling to my bathroom. “A long, cold shower will help me.”

A book that meddles with the interaction of society and the individual is meant for another time. Alex ..................................................................................... In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-bitter," he answered; "But I like it "Because it is bitter, "And because it is my heart." -Stephen Crane

The main thing was to get through the day, and leave. I had a gotten a new book for my writing, and since classes were a breeze today, I decided to head out for lunch. There was nothing in my stomach because of the intermittent fast I was doing. Once I had eaten something, I wouldn’t eat till the next day. I stopped at the door, and a sigh escaped my lips. Going in there meant I had to face another round of insults, hunger was greater. Ignoring the voice that tried to pull me away from that room, I pushed the door open and walked inside.

Protein bullets can cause 'Muscle Denaturation' and 'Acute Calorie Crisis'! Bima had no time to think. The protein bullet streaked forward, emitting a faint red glow as it zoomed toward him. With the last of his reflexes, fueled by rage and survival instinct, Bima limped to the side. WHUUSSH! The bullet narrowly missed his head, slamming into the tunnel wall behind him with a deafening BLAR! The steel wall dented, a small hole appearing, and from that puncture, white steam smelling of scorched protein billowed out.