Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

Instead of rерlуіng tо his еmаіl, I саll hіm back, juѕt аѕ my coffee аrrіvеѕ. “Bud! Sаw уоur bаd news. Sоrrу tо hеаr аbоut уоur wrist… whаt thе hеll hарреnеd?” “Blаkе mаn, іt was ѕо rаndоm. I was tеѕt firing a mother оf a rifle into оur bullеt rесоvеrу tаnk, and whеn I turnеd off оnе оf those аntіԛuаtеd valves, ѕоmеthіng juѕt popped. It wаѕ weird.

The jar sat there, sealed tight. Inside, ants writhed over each other, restless. Hungry. Bullet ants. The kind that makes grown men sob like children. I palmed the jar, turned back to him. His good eye tracked it. "You ever been stung by one of these?” I tapped the glass. A few ants reared up, mandibles clicking, "Hurts like a bullet. Hence the name." I tilted the jar, watching them scramble. "But you know what's worse? When it's your dick."

"What's the point of having a lot of guns if we can't shoot them? That's like having a tank with no gun! Or a burger with no bun!" "Jake, we can't just go out shooting whenever we want just because we want to," Ashley said as she took a big case of bullets out of a crate and handed it to Derek, they were 7.62 x 51 mm bullets, which meant that if they hadn't already unloaded it, there was a minigun somewhere in these crates. "But we have a lot of bullets!"

Alex said to Adrian as he picked up one of the bullets that has a black colour and showed it to Adrian. "These ones in particular are made of wolf's bane, so even if the other bullets here won't have much effect on a werewolf, these ones that are made of wolf's bane will surely have a deep impact on any wolf that it's been shot with; it can even kill the person," Alex said to Adrian while smirking mischievously. "And can I know why you ordered all these weapons? It's not as if the Pack needs any of them," Adrian said to Alex, who smiled sarcastically.

Bullet shook his head in disappointment. “Why? To make me do embarrassing stuff?” Dakota knew him so well. “Well, there’s that. But there’s another thing.” “Fine, dare.” The gang boss thought that she could punish him later anyway if he was really going to make her do something that would embarrass her in front of the blonde. “Lend your ownership of the revolver that you got from Mathias to me,” Bullet shamelessly said almost quickly. Even though Olivia did not know who Mathias was, she was amused at the dare that he gave her as she realized that was how close friends in the crime world make dares to each other.

Justin said looking at the bullet. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “That bullet is pure silver and is designed to release poison. It looks like it is empty! Wyatt got the full dose of the poison!” I took the bullet from the clamps. “No! don’t touch it!” Everyone shouted. “It’s fine. I am immune to poisons and silver.” I examined it closely. It was not like an original bullet. This on had a chamber inside it. The tip was smashed like normal and the sides were all silver but a window on the side revealing empty case. The poison must have been spilled once the bullet shattered.

Cristo gasped in shock, Boss Antonio ignored Cristo's warning and stepped on the throttle harder in a bid to lose the black dodge. A truck was approaching us from the right, but the Boss did not panic. He maintained control of the steering and sped past it. The black dodge followed our tail, the truck almost crashed into them. It was a narrow escape. “These modafuckas won't quit!" I yelled. “It's high time I blew them off." I grabbed my Mac 11 and aimed at their windshield. “Splash!!!” The man’s skull cracked into pieces like shattered glass as the bullet tore through his head.

I will be dead before I even try. Clenching my hands was the best I could do to calm myself down. Poor me. "Slug. You'll never escape this life of yours. It suits you perfectly." She chuckled, walking away. Thanks to the Alpha's son, Jasper. The pack calls me a slug. I was identified as 'the pack's slug' in school and the entire neighbourhood. Jasper bullies me alongside many others in the pack. I don't allow it to bother me anymore because I am used to the name-calling and harsh treatment.

However, the only person who knew about Dave bullying me aside some students was Mrs Gua, and I made her promise she'd never tell anyone, not even my dad. I love Dad, but there was really nothing he could do when he learns of it. The only solution was to change school, and what fee has he got to do so? I sneer in disgust as Mrs Gua ran her hand through my back pack where she had put back everything she could possibly pick from the toilet where Dave had dumped them in. I would make him pay for this!!!