Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

"I like working with easy-going people like you the most." Wilbur did not know what to say. It was not like he would have said yes had it not been for the threats. "Jasmine, get the documents and contracts out and hand them to Mister Penn," Albert said. Jasmine nodded with a smile. She picked up the briefcase in the corner and placed it on the table before opening it. She took out a pistol. "This is a special pistol crafted for people within the department. We call them Extrobullet Guns. They're made from the toughest of alloys, and one clip holds seven special explosive bullets. One bullet is strong enough to blow a hole through an elephant.

The ashtrays were full of bullshit and nothing else. Rin didn’t take long. With his wounds now healed, his tongue working omegan saliva over any remaining lacerations, Lexus had every intention of using the oil to rub out any lingering stress until the feral male came back to his senses. However, Azrin had other plans. Using all his added muscle mass, he knocked the blond over with surprising force.

I sneer at her one last time before I nod my head at my friend, indicating for him to take her away. I hate fucking hospitals and now I’m stuck in one overnight all because that fucker got a hold of my friend’s gun. Thank God it’s only a minor thing. I mean, yeah, the bullet went right through me, but it didn’t hit anything, so the only damage is to muscle and flesh, nothing a few stitches and a lot of rest won’t fix. Maybe a little of my sweet girl’s loving touch as well.

A frown suddenly plasters on her face as she starts, “Maddie…” She better not tell me the opposite; she should know I can’t take anything that’s not what I need to hear. “Don’t tell me I lost him…” I snivel, grabbing her hand. “Mom, I can’t lose him. I can’t.” “Hey.” Her hand slips from mine and cups my wet cheeks; her eyes widen, looking worried. She must be. Mom has always hated seeing me this way. “He had an operation; the bullet was taken out. He is in the ICU,” she tells me.

After taking out a food cart filled with empty plates and new wine, Delaltrik was approached by several maids who helped her carry the empty food cart back to the kitchen. While Tristan approached his cupboard, he opened a drawer and took out a wooden box that was stored very neatly. Inside the box was a revolver with several silver bullets, which was still not installed. However, when Tristan tries to touch the bullet, his hand suddenly burns and blisters, which look even worse with remnants like burning embers. Tristan should have been in pain from holding something like that, only he didn't really mind it and kept taking two bullets and putting them in the gun, which was also there.

Satisfied that I could be of more use elsewhere I left them to their work. Three four door trucks were filled with supplies and ready to roll out when Elijah and Candice came out of the clinic carrying six dart guns. Placing two in each vehicle Dr. Stevenson gave a word of caution “If possible don’t be too close to whatever you hit with one of these. There’s enough wolfbane in one of these darts to knock you out for days. It’s not a lethal dose but if any of you guys come in contact with it, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.”

he announced proudly. I raised my eyebrows at him. "Eco-military project?" "Yes!" he exclaimed happily. "We are creating green bullets—the bullets that can decompose within three weeks after shooting, causing no harm to the environment!" I tilted my head to the side, wondering if he was joking. "So, you are looking for a way for people to shoot themselves without leaving metal scales and used bullets?" "Yes. If they want to shoot themselves, then go ahead. Just don't litter the Earth anymore," he claimed, sounding absolutely confident about his idea.

When he asked what customised gun she wanted, Sasha’s happiness plummeted. “Honestly, I’m restrained by credits and materials. The gargoyle nails were recently acquired, and I don’t make it a habit to keep crafting materials because I’m not a crafter. I’ll get any gun you can make to load these bullets.” Ben inspected the golden bullets and whistled. Although he had never met this boss, he knew the monster that made those bullets. It was a bullet with powerful penetration abilities. The machine gun mushroom boss was a secret boss that only a few players knew about. Zen wasn’t lying when he said he had strong friends.

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Luca didn’t even look at me as I walked into the room. “There she is. The woman of the hour.” Bryant smirked at me. “Dad would be embarrassed by how poor your aim was. You know the rules….” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, showing no weakness. Just like dad taught me. “Do you even have a gun in here?” Luca walked to a table against the wall and came back with a 38 Special. Without missing a beat, I grabbed it from him. Walking up to him, I pointed it directly at his hand and fired. The bullet went right through his hand.