Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

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!"

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.

“Make my night, bastard.” I smiled then, not wide, not pretty. A tilt that cut clean. “With pleasure.” The shot cracked. It exploded louder than he expected, louder than the night needed. His head jerked; his body flinched as if someone had punched the air where his ear had been. Gravel spat outward from the blast, tiny stars against the concrete. The bullet tracked up and over his shoulder, punching a neat, harmless groove through a rusted metal dumpster behind him. A cloud of dust puffed and settled like the world deciding to pretend this was nothing.

They had already explained their plans to their parents and that’s why Lucifer and Albert took the risk to run without discussing things. “Do you really think that they will use bombs and explosions?” Nathan asked Maddie while tearing off a vampire whom she shot first, and he killed the next. This was their plan. Ten of them will shoot vampires with the bullets made up of silver filled with wolfsbane, ashes of Ashwood, and white oak, and their fellow wolf would take them down. The bullets served two purposes in one go. They could hit both rogue wolves and vampires with them. The presence of ashes inside the bullets could slow down vampires, giving them a window of a few seconds to kill them.

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!!!

After arriving home, I made sure to check all the locks on my apartment, as well as my inventory of weapons. I managed to bring several boxes of the .380 bullets that are the size for my gun, and there's also a stash of guns that was in the apartment. A shotgun, one machine gun, and also a generous amount of munitions. It's more than enough to protect myself.

“For whatever you think we did.” “That is still not an apology,” the Alpha replied. Carl swallowed hard, clearly uncomfortable. “I am sorry,” he muttered. “For any disrespect.” Randy was the last one to speak, and when he finally looked at me, his eyes were red with anger. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. “And I promise we will not bully you again.” The Alpha nodded once, satisfied. “You will keep that promise,” he said. “All of you.” Then, he turned to me.