روايات وقصص ضمن Bullet Time

“Fire!!!” Brinda’s voice cracked through the night like thunder, raw with rage and desperation. The violent staccato of gunfire followed instantly, bullets erupting into the air and slicing through the heavy silence like blades. Her men opened fire with fierce intensity, their rifles aimed at the black bulletproof car stationed ahead.

Asher's heart skipped a beat as he heard the ominous click of the trigger. But instead of firing a fatal shot, the trafficker's aim shifted, and he shot Asher in the leg. The bullet tore through his flesh, breaking bones as it entered and exited the other side. Asher's anguished howl echoed through the trees as his world narrowed to a single, searing point of pain.

I think inwardly, silently watching and waiting to see what my little mate was involved in, but for some reason, I just can’t pinpoint her as someone who would be so involved in my world. She was stripping at that club. The small voice in the back of my head says. Reminding me that the place we first met was frequented by the lowest of low. Hell, my being there was a perfect example of that, but even then, something wasn’t sitting right. “These bullets,” the man announces before I can think too hard on it. “Are special grade and can be filled with whatever you desire, and once the needles are released, it will immediately inject your enemy with it.”

Kyle attempted to crawl to her. Lila moved back, letting him go. But Kyle hardly crossed a few meters. The physical work was taking a toll on his body. He paused and lowered his head to rest. He heard a snickered coming from his right. The doctor was enjoying seeing him crawl with his hands proudly folded across his chest. "Told you, Lila, the bullets are harmless." He drew his gun and looked at it delightedly. "Another invention of mine— Neuro-sedative bullets. They help sedate the person you shoot. Though it leaves a small wound, it's not lethal."

I stood and pulled out the gun, which was at my waist, and loaded it in front of Vivian. "Lay a finger on you? That's a waste of my time!" I suddenly raised my hand. This caused her to scream and squat down with her hands on her head. What she thought was the end wasn't. My gun wasn't aimed at her; it was aimed at the wine cabinet behind her. The next second, there was a loud bang. The sound of glasses shattering echoed in the room. The flying shards had even cut Vivian's waist, leaving a deep blood trail.

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“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

"Oh my God, he’s breathing. Tyler—you didn’t—" I wheezed, forcing air into my burning lungs. My hands fumbled at my jacket, then my shirt, fingers finding the rough, woven fabric of the Kevlar underneath. There, right over my heart, was a deep, smoldering dent. The bullet was embedded in the plate. It felt like every rib on that side was cracked. Tyler’s voice came closer. "Next time someone drops like that, don’t assume they’re dead. It kills the vibe, Babe."

He pulled a knife from his boot and cut through the fabric of Damien’s pants. “Hold him still,” he ordered, and Blade obeyed, gripping Damien’s shoulders as Vladislav dug the blade in. It took less than five minutes, but each second stretched like an eternity. When Vladislav finally pulled the bullet free, his face drained of color. His hand trembled slightly as he stared at the dull, darkened bullet. “It’s Serpent’s Bite, Wolfe,” he whispered, horror flashing in his eyes as he looked at Damien, whose gaze was already fading. “Boss!” Blade shouted in panic.

After five years of hurting each other, I was finally tired of Aiden Russell. Five years ago, I finally brought down the biggest drug lord in the Walled City and avenged my father, Paul Chadwick, who had died in the line of duty. But Aiden refused to let the drug lord's daughter, Naomi Siddall, die. He even threatened to take his own life just to force me to agree. After the operation, Aiden brought Naomi back to our home. From that day on, we never stopped hurting each other. Once, I held a knife to Naomi's throat. Aiden immediately pointed his gun at me without hesitation. When I threw away Naomi's medicine, Aiden stripped me and threw me out into the freezing snow. Then one day, Naomi tim