Biting The Bullet Novels & Stories

Jazer Calve is a young man who plays two faces in his life,. being a normal guy and a secret hitman. Jazer belongs to a society that hunts down people for a cost. Dylan Vasco hired him to find his run away fiance, Hazel Estopacia, who stole a forbidden thing that belongs to his father's heritage. After accepting the job he flew to Thailand and unexpectedly bumped himself to a random girl that little did Jazer know it was Hazel's younger sister. The girl introduced herself as Iyesha, she has a childish attitude that irritates Jazer so he decided to ignore her and move forward. After continuing his job he then met , another Hazel's sister named Ilyza. Jazer was immediately stunned and fell for Ilyza's strong attitude unlike Iyesha. After meeting them both in a different time, Jazer finally found his main target by the help of Iyesha. Jazer thought that his mission would be much easier after he found Hazel. But he was wrong by finding himself falling deeper in love with Ilyza, discovering the truth behind Hazel's disappearance and facing the dangerous wrath of Dylan's father, Don Rafael who was eager to hunt down not only Hazel but also her sister and bring back what she had stolen from him. Jazer is now in the middle of doing his mission and protecting them both against the chaos of Dylan's father.

Lumaki si Jay dala-dala ang mapait na ala-ala ng kaniyang kabataan mula sa lolo niya. He never believed in her. Sa mata nila, isang mahinang babae lamang si Jay na hindi p’wedeng maging sundalong gaya nila. Simula noon, ipinangako ni Jay sa kaniyang sarili na hahanapin niya ang kaniyang ina kasabay ng kagustuhan niyang mapatunayan sa lolo niya na mali ito ng naging husga sa kaniya. What Jay didn’t know, hindi lang pala simpleng giyera ang magagawa niyang suungin. She was able to dodge bullets but she wasn’t able to dodge when Lorenzo made her feel the happiness she’s longing for.

ARYAN "Uh, now that I can't do." I smirked, lifting the picture of my future wife. Wife. I cringed at that word. I would'nt dare deny that she was attractive. But I would need more than those damn enticing dark blue eyes, dark black sex hair and a heart dropping smile. MEERA "Arranged marriages are so sick. How can you get married to a guy you have never me before? For all I know he could look like a military horse." I snickered at my thoughts.

I fell for Don Lorenzo Moretti the second I saw him. Hard. As a mafia princess, I wasn't supposed to chase anyone. But for him, I swallowed my pride and made him my mission. A year later, he finally had me, pinning me to the bed as he moved inside me. His eyes were pure fire, and in that mo ment, they saw only me. For ten years, we were electric. We fucked in five-star hotels all over the world. We just fit. I was his lucky charm at the poker table. I took shots for him until I bled from my stomach. I even took a bullet for him. Then came our engagement party. Lorenzo left me standing there alone. Said something "came up." I went back to our apartment, only to find him kissing my stepsister, Juliana. That’s when I knew. He had always loved her. I was just a stand-in. He tried to explain, words tumbling out in a panicked rush, promising a bigger, better party to make up for it. A laugh, cold and hollow, died in my throat. I turned my back on him, pulled out my phone, and called my mother in Sicily. "I'll marry into the Romano family."

After she laid unconscious on Zach's cold body, she unpredictably once had this strange dream. A man who sends her a message that is not legible, but surely giving clue about Zach. The context that's not written in the alphabet made her even more confused. As the words started to fly around her head; full of questions with lack of answers. She began to be curious not just about what the letter says but also about herself. It feels strange, but not. It feels like she just lost someone who's exceptional to her. She's grieving and finding the love of a father, the care of a brother, and the unending worry of a mother. Her true identity begun to hunt her, a true identity that she didn't know it's existing. With emptiness and the feeling of melancholy in her heart, one day, she woke up in a different room surrounded by white walls, quiet hallways, chemical scented places, life monitors, ventilators, and people who are shouting and yelling for help to save and revive their love ones. Knees bent down on the floor, tears falling to their cheeks while both hands are clasps, begging for help. What will happen to her after losing the man she loves? What will happen after knowing the truth? Will she still be able to accept it, or throw it away? Will she still be able to forgive who betrayed her, for the second time, or will she picks to understand again its reason?

Nikita Pierrat a fait une fausse couche et a perdu l'enfant qu'elle attendait de son mari, Lucrèce Castex. Elle l'avait aimé pendant dix ans, avait abandonné ses études en deuxième année d'université pour l'épouser, et pendant trois ans de mariage, s'était dévouée sans compter. Jusqu'au jour où la découverte d'un document caché lui a révélé qu'elle n'avait été qu'un obstacle dans la relation entre cet homme et son premier amour. Dans la chambre d'hôpital, apprenant que les deux étaient partis pêcher en mer, Nikita a demandé le divorce. L'ancienne femme au foyer que tout le monde méprisait s'est alors métamorphosée : elle est devenue la maître designer d'une maison de joaillerie de luxe, l'unique enseignante d'un pianiste virtuose acclamé dans le monde entier, la déesse des circuits automobiles, la fille du ministre des Affaires étrangères, et la PDG d'une entreprise valorisée en bourse valant des milliards… Alors que les prétendants autour de Nikita se multipliaient, Lucrèce a commencé à s'accrocher à elle sans relâche. Excédée, Nikita a simulé sa propre mort pour lui échapper. Nuit après nuit, Lucrèce a veillé seul devant sa tombe vide, jusqu'à s'en user les genoux à force d'agenouillements. Jusqu'au jour où il a croisé par hasard son ex-femme « ressuscitée », les yeux rougis par l'émotion. « Chérie, recommençons, je t'en supplie… », a-t-il murmuré, éperdu. Nikita a souri, distante : « Attention à tes paroles. Dois-je te rappeler que nous sommes déjà divorcés ? »

It turns out a man who once took a bullet for Isobel Sutton will ultimately fall for someone else.

Kisses Altamirano is a spoiled brat, sanay na nakukuha ang gusto ngunit nagbago ang kanyang mundo ng maka-one night stand niya ang gwapo, mayaman at ubod ng sexy niyang ninong na walang iba kundi si Bullet Castillejo. Bullet is charismatic, a woman-magnet and a powerful business tycoon at hindi niya makalimutan ang isang mainit na gabi na pinagsaluhan nila. It’s just a one night of lust and mistake at ang mas malala pa doon ay hindi niya alam kung anong pumasok sa isip niya at handa siyang gawin ang lahat maulit lang ang gabing iyon at maagaw niya lang ito sa babaeng pakakasalan nito to the point na handa siyang magtrabaho sa resort nito makuha niya lang ito. Magtagumpay kaya si Kisses na akitin ang ninong Bullet niya sa kabila ng isiping… ikakasal na ito sa iba?

Logan Kincaid, alpha of Moon Valleys, despised gay men with a hatred that knew no bounds. As an alpha, he had the power to punish, and he did, torturing or even killing any werewolf who refused to “repent.” But his reign of cruelty ended the night he was ambushed. A bullet tore through his chest, and he should have died. Yet when he awakens, everything has changed. The bullet wound is gone, his body feels foreign, and he is no longer an alpha. He is now an omega, reborn in Hericon, a world where omegas exist only for pleasure. Worse, he belongs to the Lycan King, a ruler who wants nothing more than to claim Logan Kincaid’s body. Once the predator, now the prey, Logan must face the desire he despised. Will he survive?

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."