Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

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.

Then another bullet can go through the window. Hitting Marcus in the arm. Fuck!

Yeah I knew I could talk to him, but i didn't just want to add you to my list of people who'll abandon me to suffer just to be on the safe side. "Good, so what can I get ya?" he stood straight and put on his smile that had disappeared during our little chitchat. "A burger and banana milkshake will do please" I answered gleefully like a five year old. "she's aiming for a belly just like mine" Tucker laughed while patting his protruding belly. "I'm aiming for bigger" I winked at him and we both laughed once again with a little less enthusiasm on my side. "oh my, seven hundred bottles of Tequila would do the trick in two days"

Unfortunately, coming from Jace, it felt suspicious. Ezra crossed his arms. “We can discuss it in class.” “We have class in three hours.” “So?” For a second, annoyance flashed across Jace’s face. The reaction was strangely satisfying. Before either of them could continue, Mason appeared. Mason Carter was Jace’s best friend and one of the few people in school who occasionally looked uncomfortable when the bullying started. Occasionally. Not often enough. “Are you two flirting again?” Mason asked. Several football players burst out laughing.

Three weeks ago, Ethan was a new transfer student, and he had shared his notes with me for a week. As soon as Leon saw this, Ethan had been the target of his anger. His teammates had made life miserable for the poor boy. They tore his homework, shoved him into lockers, and beat him up in the bathroom. The following week, Ethan transferred to another school. Since then, no one had cared to come close to him. “Jaxton,” I exhaled, “You have to leave. They don't want you with me please.” Jaxton turned to me, staring at me for a long second, “What they want is not a concern. I choose to stay and I will.”

We saw Wayne while walking out holding some bulletproof vest. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Wayne?" Read asked and Wayne shook his head "I rather picked the action-thrilling game than to watch some live romance in front of me." He said bitterly and I chuckled "I'm sorry if I can't help you though, I could join the torture game if you guys want to," I stated and they both looked at me like I grew another head on me "What?" "Nope. Not a chance." Read answered and Wayne nodded

Couldn’t speak. Even if it shredded what was left of his pride, he wanted to scream for help, but his mouth refused to obey after the coughing fit. His wolf was too weak, suppressed by the wolfsbane, and unable to fight back or heal him. His entire body throbbed in sickening waves, the bullet wounds burning like fire. A low growl escaped his throat, but the thought of never seeing his Brownie again hurt far worse than any bullet.