Bullet Train Sequel Novels & Stories

Manolya Kara’s world is defined by what is missing. Her mother is gone, her father is an unreadable stranger wrapped in dangerous secrets, and now, the woman who raised her is losing her only sister to an unnatural disappearance. As the small Turkish coastal town of Akyaka descends into panic over a legendary creature that judges the guilty, Manolya is forced into a war she didn't know existed when she opens an antique box she was never meant to touch. The result? Guided by a snarky demon from the fall of Constantinople bound in the form of a cat, Manolya uncovers the Hellblades: rubied scimitars that bleed red light and force monsters into the open. Swept into the dangerous obsidian dimension, Manolya and her cousins must train under a ruthless weapons master and learn to fight alongside a demon, or become the next victims sacrificed to the darkness.

Livia's perfect little life in the Umbra Pack Changed instantly the day her family and pack members were murdered by the bloodthirsty Nightshade's warriors, she was taken in by a group of rogues, where she tried to train her strength to become powerful so she could be able to avenge her pack. The rogue group was invaded by the Crescent pack and she was captured by the warriors. Life in the Crescent pack was soul-crushing for Livia as she felt she had lost her chance of revenge against the Nightshade Pack, but it all changed after she met Lucius. Lucius who is set to become the next Alpha of the Crescent Pack and also Livia's MATE wants nothing to do with her as he sees her as a weakling who is not fit to rule by his side. But fate always has its way.

They called him the Mafia King, but I knew him as the devil who ripped my sister from this world. My mission was sacred; vengeance. My method; Seduce the beast, then plunge the knife deep when he least expects it. I stepped into his world and offered him my supposed innocence, and like all devils, he took the bait. ​Dominic Sokolov didn’t just want me; he claimed me. Every possessive stare, every burning touch, every depraved whisper chipped away at the vengeance that once fueled my soul. He was a poison I craved, a sin I embraced, and with every scorching kiss, the bullet meant for his heart began to feel like my own. But a devil always finds his due. And when he discovers the assassin hidden beneath the lover, I know what waits. ​A hell far worse than death itself.

My fiancé, Dominic, heir to the Carvalho crime family, vanished for four days. I thought a rival family had put a bullet in his head. Then I saw his ex’s Instagram story. A shot of them in bed. The caption: He still knows every inch of me. His face was hidden, but his hand wasn't. And on it, the ring I gave him, resting on her skin. That night, Dominic came home. He brought me white roses, my favorite. I asked him why. Why he'd lie. Why he'd sleep with her. He brushed it off. Just a "misunderstanding." I was done. I threw the ring in his face. Burned the wedding dress. Told him we were over. He thought I was just throwing a fit. He didn't get it. Not until he realized I was walking away for good. Then he panicked. Begged me to come back.

The night the family’s don was attacked, my husband had abandoned his post to win back his misbehaving mistress. The first time I lived through this, I activated his communication device to summon him back. He thus saved the don and rose through the ranks. However, his mistress had died in the firefight, and he blamed it all on me. Thus, on my delivery date, he dumped me in an abandoned factory and had some stray dogs rip me and my baby apart. “There were so many bodyguards there that night. Why did you have to call me back? You knew that she would die! You did this on purpose!” Somehow, right before I died, I went back in time to that night. I did not activate the communication device this time. I threw it into the fountain and watched it sink. Then, although I was eight months pregnant, I shielded the don and took the bullet meant for him.

When the kidnapper fired the gun, I shielded Scott with my body. The bullet pierced my heart, and I was sent overseas to have my heart exchanged with an artificial one—one that ran on a battery. Because of this heart, Scott married me, and my friends congratulated me for finally having my wish granted, for finally marrying my childhood sweetheart. Later, when I laid there on the operating table with my chest cut open, he was kissing another woman under the moonlight. I didn't react to this in the slightest, recovering my heart in silence. Scott resented my numbness, grabbing my shoulders as he demanded, "Wendy, aren't you angry about this?" He didn't know the reason, and to be honest, it was quite simple. Why be angry when my heart was on the verge of giving out? Every passionate day he spent chasing after love… Was another tick in the countdown to the end of my life.

On the first day of every month, my mom will give me my allowance based on the number of times I had checked in with her last month. "You'll receive 20 dollars for greeting your parents once in the morning and once in the evening. But last month, you only hit ten days' worth of quota, so you can only receive 200 dollars. This also means your 300-dollar punctuality fee will be deducted as well. "After adding on 150 dollars for your basic necessities, you shall receive only 350 dollars for this month's allowance. Remember to write a reflection report on your lack of punctuality later. I'll only transfer you the money if your report is acceptable." I become so overwhelmed by anxiety that my voice starts trembling. "I was busy with my finals last month, Mom! I had to line up outside the library at 5:00 am every day just so I could secure myself a seat! That's why I couldn't call you in time!" In a choked-up tone, I plead to my mom, "I need 600 dollars for the train ticket all the way home during the holidays! 350 dollars really isn't enough for me! Mom, can you please—" But my mom cuts me off firmly, "The allowance system is something that I've specifically designed for you so that I can help you get rid of the bad habit of wanting to receive everything without putting in hard work! Why can't you just understand that I'm doing this for your own good?" After that, she ends the call mercilessly. Just as I'm filled with despair and helplessness, a blond appears before my eyes. He's willing to buy my train ticket for me, but in return, I need to leave with him.

Sienna Vale, born into blood, and raised in the shadows. She was trained to do nothing more than be a bargaining toy in her father’s war. And when she is forced into an arranged marriage with Lucian Moretti, the son of her father’s sworn enemy, she is told that it’s her duty. It is her role, and her final use. But Sienna has no intention of being used. Lucian doesn’t want a wife. Especially not a woman from the family that once put a bullet in his brother’s chest. But Sienna isn’t soft, and she isn’t scared. She’s fire dressed in silk, and he’s about to learn that the woman he married may be the most dangerous enemy of all. When betrayal strikes from within and bloodlines begin to fall, Sienna and Lucian must decide: will they kill each other, or rule together? In a world where loyalty is currency and power is survival… Love wasn’t part of the arrangement. But neither was her crown.

Seven days before our wedding, Danny Wagner—my childhood sweetheart—got down on one knee for Mia Kant, the broke girl he'd been sponsoring. Right in front of me and his buddies. I didn't cry. Didn't lose it. Just slapped a smile on my face and said, "Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness." His buddies? Oh, they had the nerve to tell me to be generous and let Danny help Mia finish her "wish list." Danny, unsatisfied and ticked off, said I was overreacting and demanded an apology. Dismissive, he sneered, "I said I'd marry you after Mia's wish list was done. Stop being so unreasonable." I knew this was the last item on her list. I opened my notes app, scrolled to my wish list, and deleted all thirty-three bullet points. Done. Then I made a call. "I'm willing to marry you."

He was hired to protect me. He was the one who ordered the hit. Cassian Vaelor thought the worst thing that could happen was the bullet meant for his head. He was wrong. The man who became his shadow, tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly silent is the same man who arranged the assassination. Rafael Vitali. The last living descendant of a cursed bloodline that left him unable to feel anything… until Cassian. What started as a dangerous game of control turns into something far more lethal when Rafael’s carefully built walls begin to crack. Cassian was supposed to be a pawn. Instead, he became the only thing Rafael has ever wanted to keep. But secrets this dark don’t stay buried. Now the man who once wanted to ruin Cassian is willing to burn the world down to protect him. And this time, the only thing more dangerous than Rafael’s obsession… is what he’s willing to do to keep Cassian forever.