Novel & Cerita Bullet To The Heart

“ I'm done playing nice. Arya pointed the gun at my heart and smirked. “I wouldn't do that if I were you” I said. Almost immediately, she pulled the trigger. The bullet hit my chest, piercing through. I groaned as the pain shot through. I began to feel weak and I like I was dying. I felt heart stop for a second or more. The I felt it kick. Suddenly my heart began to beat at a fast rate. My adrenaline shot up. “Your eyes…what's happened to your eyes “ Arya said backing away.

“No. No. Please don’t.” The world had tilted. The fluorescent lights above him blurred into lines. My heart felt like it had slammed into a wall and then shattered on impact. The doctor swallowed hard. “We tried. We fought… We did everything we could. But the bullet…” he paused, “…it was laced with silver, and it lodged just beside her heart. The damage was catastrophic. Her body went into shock… and she… she didn’t make it out of surgery.” The words didn’t land at once.

My vision was all blurry at first but it soon cleared up and I look around. Everyone was gathered around me and Drake and Demiana sighed in relief, clutching their chest as if they had just had a heart attack. There was a hole on my back but I felt it slowly close by itself, healing me completely. The silver bullet that went straight to my heart felt like it was withdrawing on its own back to the hole where it just entered my system. The bullet dropped to the ground and I felt the hole on my back finally close and replaced all the blood I lost moment before this.

“please, please, be okay.” My tears are falling, and I’m trying to undress his shirt so I can examine the damage. Just two inches above his heart is the silver bullet. I can still see it. I quickly dig my fingers into the bloody wound and remove the bullet. Still nothing from Blair. He is silent and barely breathing.

Watching us care. My heart slams violently against my ribs. “This isn’t romantic,” I say, tears burning my eyes. “This is insane.” “Lily,” he says softly now, dangerously soft. “If that bullet has to hit someone, it’s not going to be you.” I shake my head violently. “You don’t get to decide that.” “I already did.” I step around him, forcing myself into his line of sight, my hands shaking as I press them flat against his chest. I can feel his heartbeat—strong, fast, alive.

And I, his daughter, now hurt by him, watched him with a fury that knew no bounds. Lorenzo roared with rage, his face broken by the frustration of his failed attempt. Without hesitation, he raised his pistol again and fired. This time, his aim was accurate. I felt a brutal impact in my chest, a sharp, cold pain that took my breath away. The silver bullet had embedded itself in my chest, right over my heart.

help me! "That wheel on the blood beg's pipe... move it half a round" I explained and he did. I was right. The bullet was lodged in sternum. Clearly not in the heart. Once I removed it, the heart was clearly visible. I still checked for the presence of any injury but there was none. Thank god. But as the beating heart was openly visible Mera fainted. Nice... "Mera..." Luca shouted.

He went on, his words dissolving into sobs, and it nearly killed me to lie there helpless when he needed comforting. Instead, I watched snowflakes dust his curly hair and waited for the bullets to make their way out. It felt like it took a lot longer than five minutes, but at last my heart muscles shoved that slug out and my heart lurched and pumped blood, once, twice, a skip, and then a steady rhythm, growing stronger. The bullet in my gut was working its way out, and the pain of that nearly made me black out for a minute. Then, at last, the third in my lung popped free.

While it wasn't me who stood to lose my tongue, I couldn't help but be gripped by a similar sense of unease in the face of Antonio's unyielding demeanor. "I'm sorry," the doctor's voice trembled slightly, his gaze faltering as he addressed Antonio's icy statement. "Your sister, Guila, sustained two gunshot wounds to her back. Unfortunately, it appears that the bullets were deliberately aimed at specific points, including her heart. The first bullet penetrated directly through her heart, and the second caused further damage to the surrounding blood vessels and tissues," he continued, his voice heavy with the weight of delivering such grim news. He cleared his throat as if to dispel the heavin

It was already too late. "Run," he yelled. He had barely taken three steps when a bullet came straight at him. It pierced him back and he stumbled. Another was fired right at his heart. The bullets penetrated his heart and fell to the ground.