Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

Several students glanced over. Most looked away. Nobody said anything. Nobody ever did. That was the thing about bullying. People always talked about standing up for others. In reality? Most people just thanked God it wasn’t happening to them. “Aw, look,” Sean called. “She found it.” Another round of laughter followed. I swallowed hard. The familiar sting burned behind my eyes. Not here. Please not here. The last thing I needed was to cry in front of half the student body. I shoved the spitball into the side pocket of my backpack and turned around.

John Moore walked up to me from behind to relight the cigarette in my hand. He then asked, "The muzzle wasn't aimed at his heart. Did you have second thoughts?" White smoke rose from the lit cigarette. I replied in a disdainful voice, "Second thoughts? I never planned on killing him. A bullet is enough to end Thomas' life. What I really want is the PIN to his Swelia Bank's account, the ledger to all his dirty deals, and all of the legal businesses under his name. There's no way I'll let him die that easily."

“Hey Dad, Cian? We are ready to go to Nemi’s house now!” Talia called as we were coming down to the main entrance to the hosue. “This way, Nemesis.” Alexander told me, pointing to a door to just to the right. I turned the handle and poked my head in. It was a huge garage, with 2 cars and one big black SUV. There was a wall of tools and some other random things on the opposite side of the garage. Cian rushed to the side of the black SUV and opened the back door. “Come on Nemi.” He said, grabbing my hand, and helping me into the giant vehicle. After he did the same for Talia, he climbed into the passenger seat. I thumbed the vial around my neck. “Be careful with that button. Use it only if you

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

I would send her back to hell if not for my dearest brother that she captured in her wicked twisted heart. I straightened my jacket before reaching for my gun and hiding it under a specifically designed zip. Opening the door, my dad and mom stood there hovering. They looked me up and down and nodded in approval. Of course, they would. After all, I have a great sense of fashion for an army daughter. Come on why can't I? Entering my black Porsche 911 GT3, I skimmed through my phone and played Beggin song. I then connected it to the car and my dad started driving.

"When I apologised for beating him up, he told me about Edward’s plan and we came up with one of our own. We never knew about the gun though." "Oh, God," Lexi gasped. "Was it a real gun? I felt so damn sure it was—" "It was an M9-A1 BB gun," Sam said. "Looks pretty much identical to a real handgun and they said he could have taken your eye out at close range if I didn't... you know..." Sam pulled a face and made a stabbing gesture. "He's going to be okay right?" Lexi asked. "Well... yes... aside from the punctured lung and paranoid schizophrenia." Sam rolled his eyes.

Dino unbuckled his seatbelt, reaching for the handgun in his holster. He glanced at Elena. “Stay down.” She didn’t argue. The first car behind them lurched forward—trying to ram them from behind. The impact jolted the SUV. Dino twisted, aiming out the back window. Bang! Bang! The windshield of the trailing vehicle was shattered by his bullets. The driver swerved, losing control. The car crashed into a streetlight. One down. But the second car was still there. A Deadly Trap The driver took another sharp turn, barreling down an empty street.

he growled His fist connected with my jaw , I thought I heard the sound of the bones snapping, the resulting pain was splitting. I couldn't stop the scream that escaped my mouth. Hazel was beginning to cry even louder and it broke my heart even more than the splitting pain in my jaw. "Quit struggling or she dies! " Another gruff voice snapped, impatience radiating off him. He produced a gun, and next pressed the barrel on Hazel's temple. "It's fine if she dies, the boss only requested for you , he didn't make mention about bringing a damn kid!" My body shook with raw terror, any more mistakes I might just lose my daughter.

Bully said with mockery in his eyes. Cassandra dropped the shot on the table. "You have challenged me enough." She picked another dart and closed one eye, pointing the dart to the board. "Alright, one, two, three..." She threw her dart. It hit the board this time and stuck, but it was at the edge. Bully started to laugh again. He was just a big baby and probably laughed a lot. "I smell treachery here. You gave me all the crooked darts and took the good ones."

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.