Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

his firm tone faltered as he spoke. "We made a collection of the CCTVs, Boss. Remember the bullet that was fired through the windscreen? It was aimed at her directly. Judging from the direction it had pierced through the car but we've made a collection of most of the bullets so we can track the firm and cartels. " he explained further before sighing.

What the hell? “It’s nothing dangerous or bloody, I promise.” Caroline reached out to take my hand, squeezing them reassuringly. “It’s just a tiny bite on your neck, right above the carotid artery, which had a direct link to your heart. The scar won’t even be visible to the naked eye in a couple of days.” “I…I…” Fuck! How on earth was I supposed to respond to that? Bite me? Quiet literally? Weren’t they wolves? They why was this starting to feel like a vampire horror story?

"Wow, I can't believe you—Dad's favorite child—punched him in the face. Jesus Christ, what a sight! What are you going to do now?" "Play football and not give a fuck," Brandon replies. "I've had offers from numerous professional teams. I've been postponing giving them an answer because of...family obligations," he says, his gaze drifting back to his mom's peaceful and lifeless form. "Now, it feels like a good time to accept one of those offers."

[Clubbing II] MALIK I was in a back room upstairs, working on making more wolfsbane silver-laced bullets. These bullets would pierce and kill any wolf on sight almost instantly. We had tons of guns and just as many hunters, so I wanted to make sure we had enough ammo to do enough damage to wipe out a small wolf pack. After making these, I would work on making some pellets that would contain magnesium and silver nitrate.

“So, the sun doesn’t affect them?” “The sun had started to go down, but not entirely,” he explained. “Son-of-a-bitch, he was scary; and mean! It’s lucky that I recognized it as the same thing we encountered in the dungeon of Wadim’s den. I knew enough to realize that the bullet would only stun him, and I needed to cut his head off. What I didn’t know is that the damned thing had a family. They were pretty pissed off when I started killing them. I think it was the mama who got me.” Bruce pulled at the sleeve of his jersey shirt to expose a deep gash he’d received from the beast on his upper arm near his shoulder. “It was from her claws. I cleaned it good, so I’m hoping nothing comes of it

“I thought you loved hockey so much, you can’t afford to lose it.” Jace’s face turned sullen slowly, his jaw tightened. I could feel he was stuffing it all in, refusing to let it out. I tried to think of what to say again to convince him but then my phone rang beside me. I paused and turned to look at the screen. Quinn texted. ‘Have you seen this?’ I picked up my phone and clicked on the link she sent afterward. It was a video of one of the boys on the team, telling everyone how he was bullied by Jace and how the coach tried to bury it all because of the Carters’ family.

"Of course he is." I climbed off him reluctantly. He stood. Pulled his shirt back on carefully. "Later," I promised. "Later," Axel agreed. We walked out together. Bull stood in the main room with two of his guys. He looked at Axel. "Came to warn you. The Bratva just hit one of my warehouses. Killed three of my men. Left a message." "What message?" Marco asked. Bull pulled out his phone. Showed us a photo. The bodies. Arranged in a specific pattern.

Once I deal with this, I’d make sure to lure the rodent out and teach it some lesson about crossing me. I kept my special pistol steady and I watched from afar as they checked the weapons crate. It was our target for tonight. They thought they were sleek trying to falsely lead us away from the arms deal but they never fooled me for a second. I silently aimed my gun to the head of their leader. With a shot, he dropped to the ground. “Shit! Someone’s here!” one guy exclaimed. Chaos followed. Their gang members were sloppy as they shot wildly while I moved around the dark warehouse, searching for the intruder. I swiftly managed to shoot two other men down.

Immediately I shut the door, I flung the kit and banged the steering wheel. “Fuck!” I was supposed to give the two of them that shot. He ruined my plans. I heaved. This isn’t over. I will get him to take that shot even if he’ll comes against me.

He was spotted speeding in the custom suit he had ordered for our wedding, and was chased by paparazzi, eventually causing a chain collision. Heath was injured in the crash, his right leg severely damaged with muscle and bone loss. He might need to undergo amputation. With the Grants now dealing with this scandal, Heath's father, after much deliberation, decided to bring home his illegitimate child, who had been raised outside the family. After all, Grant Enterprise couldn't be left in the hands of someone who wasn't competent. I folded the paper and looked out the window at the clouds. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.