Bite The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

But he always had a particular way of caring for me; he always taught me how to face dangerous situations, overcome difficulties alone without him, and be a fighter and strong soldier. "The bullet he used is a special bullet; when pinned to the target, their head will automatically explode. From the outside, the wound is just a small hole, but the extent of the damage inside is huge." Brian calmly raised his voice as if the injured person wasn't him. "To stop bleeding, the first thing is to be calm; the more you panic, the easier it will be to fail."

Surrounded by the crowd's excitement, Xander blushed and reluctantly bit down on one end of the cookie. The butter cookie was so fragile that it quickly teetered on the verge of breaking. To keep it from falling, Xander and Natasha had no choice but to inch closer. The crowd grew louder, chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!" Finally, their lips brushed against each other. With a sharp crack, the cookie shattered and fell to the floor. Xander's earlobes quickly turned red, and he lowered his gaze, his lashes trembling. It was obvious he felt something for Natasha.

His entire body was coiled like a spring, desperate to break free. Bullet stepped back, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Look at you,” he growled, eyes gleaming with malice. “Dying over a woman. How utterly pathetic. And to think I once considered you a challenge.” With a smirk, he finally released Bella. Vincent exhaled sharply, his body thrumming with anger, relief, and frustration all at once. “I’ll make your death a memorable one,” Bullet said, his voice casual, almost lazy. “And don’t worry. I’ll send your little lover right after you.”

The jar sat there, sealed tight. Inside, ants writhed over each other, restless. Hungry. Bullet ants. The kind that makes grown men sob like children. I palmed the jar, turned back to him. His good eye tracked it. "You ever been stung by one of these?” I tapped the glass. A few ants reared up, mandibles clicking, "Hurts like a bullet. Hence the name." I tilted the jar, watching them scramble. "But you know what's worse? When it's your dick."

I took another deep breath, trying to keep my anger under control. Bullet was very well known for taking the most innocent girls and breaking them, turning them into nothing, breaking them, and then discarding them like garbage. He took so much pleasure in destroying these young women and then bragged about it for all the world to know. Everyone knew the type of monster Bullet was, being just as cruel and powerful. He had many allies who benefitted from all the kinds of so-called business he was involved in. How else would they get to have sex with young girls who looked like dolls if it wasn’t for him? I would probably get into serious trouble, but I couldn’t allow Bullet to get close to V

If she had known, she should have chosen a better dress and she should have gone to the salon for a bit of a touch up. Why does she feel this way? She should not care how she looks in front of him. She shouldn’t be conscious at how he stares at her especially each time he licks his lips the way he used to. “This must be really important for you to reach out to me like this.” ~~ BULLET has never felt this nervous his entire life. He’s trying to focus on something else - his book, his paperwork, the people around Mandy’s. But it’s impossible. He looked at his phone to check if there’s any message from Astrid but aside from her ‘see you later’ message that morning, he got nothing more. He wante

“You and I both knew it was going to hurt. I was a willing participant, and honestly, it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Though it still hurt, and I don’t remember you losing control.” “Yeah, well, I did.” “When?” she asked, drawing small circles on my chest. “When I bit you. I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to anymore.” “Oh, Jarren, get over it. It doesn’t hurt.” “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” “I’m not lying. When you bit me, it just heightened the pleasure. It made it more intense,” she said, yawning. “Go to sleep, Piccolo. You’re tired.”

Without thinking, I listen. I lean up and, as hard as I can, bite Axel’s arm. The world bursts in light.

I need medication, what the fuck is wrong with me! Again, Stella thought she saw Jack in the truck. The bus took off, Stella tried to look back but couldn’t see the truck. Stella took some deep breaths, palming the back of her neck realising she had a headache and her neck where the bite was aching. The doctor said she would have some soreness there for some time as the muscles would have been damaged. Stella got off at her stop and walked home. Brittney had left food in the fridge for her.

"Why do you call me that? You always call me that and I've never been able to figure out why." "Little Fighter? Because it's what you are." The honestly in his eyes was breathtaking. I frowned, "But I'm not. I mean I know I'm not exactly statuesque but I'm really not a fighter. Never have been." If I could fight maybe I wouldn't have frozen that night. Head tilted to the side Max seemed to study me, puzzled. "That's exactly what you are. You got bitten and it didn't break you. You adapted to a whole new life without cracking. That's fighting if ever I saw it."