Bullet Proof Books Novels & Stories

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

Theo's POV “Please… please give me some more time. I will pay you back,” the old fool's voice was low and shaky, his eyes already in tears. The warehouse floor was cold concrete. A single overhead light made circles of brightness and shadow. His face was bruised, his suit was dirty, and I must admit it looked good on him. I sat opposite him, my breathing calm, as my gaze moved to my wrist watch. “This is what happens when you steal from me. Taking money from my club and gambling it!” My voice was low but steady, as I walked towards him.

I say crossing my arms over my chest as I looked at the podiums, this must mean the person that killed Axel’s father and took the book didn’t bring it back, what a surprise. “I was thinking the same thing when I found this place, but if you look at the authors of the books, both are written by Alfred Bulkham, which means….” He says trailing off so I could come to the conclusion myself, when I did my eyes go wide as I turn to look at him again.

"I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana." It was pouring rain outside. I stood at the entrance, watching the downpour. I remembered another rainy night, so long ago. The night I took a bullet for Lorenzo, my blood mixing with the rain. Back then, I thought that was love. Willing to give anything, even your life, for the person you loved. Now I knew better. That wasn't love. It was stupidity. "Bella, I was drunk that night..." Lorenzo was still pleading. "I didn't call her name, I said..."

This person’s writing always made me feel like I was being handed classified information by someone who had already broken every system they were describing. His books were rare. Expensive. The kind of books you can only find as secondhand, if you were lucky, and you pay far too much for even then. I had been trying to get my hands on this particular version for over eight months. I carefully carried it from the shelf, as if it might dissolve if I didn’t hold it securely. The cover was clean. The spine was uncracked and almost untouched. I turned the cover, and it was titled GraphQL and Bug Bounty. “Bug Bounty?”

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE MALAKAI * * "Oops, I missed," Pierce mutters, a sly smile spreading on his face. He had only diverted his hand at the last moment, causing the bullet to whizz past Liam's head and is buried into the wall instead. This psycho! Don't just play with someone's life like this, I want to scream at him, but my body just sags with relief when Pierce slowly lowers the gun. He turns to me, still wearing that devious smile, as though mocking my scared trembling form.

I cautioned, rolling up my blue shirt sleeve and cleaning off the dust cleaving to the end of my trouser. "You would be the one to regret it, and it will bring an end to everything you hold dear to your heart," Briel said, sitting on the bunk bed and swinging his feet as he spoke. "That's for me to decide, don't you think? I have a dinner date to attend right now. We will pick up this conversation right from where we stopped," I stood up and returned the book I took earlier back to its original place. The books are for remorse, confession and reformation for criminals.