Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

“You’re going to kill him if I allow you to go through with this, look at what you did to him.” “We didn’t hit him, Ari. We simply pushed him away and he ended up in the dirt. Are humans really this fickle?” Zach laughed, seemingly amused by everything going on. “You’re going to pay for this!” I heard Robert roar as he finally got up to his feet. His friends had flanked him on their side and I massaged my temple. All ten of them wouldn’t be able to stand Zach, much less the two of them but I didn’t feel any iota of pity towards them. I hated bullies with everything in me.

Justice was all Belle had asked for, and justice was exactly what Ethan intended to claim. "Only a little, Master Ethan," Mac replied, glancing at his bruised and bloodied knuckles. "Unfortunately, I can't kill him myself." "I'm afraid it's our turn now," Park announced. One of his men immediately handed him a pistol. Park inspected the weapon carefully before opening the magazine to check the remaining rounds. "I have a business meeting later," he said with a shrug. "I'd rather not dirty my hands for someone this worthless." Mac nodded in understanding, and the group turned their attention back to the prisoner.

“He’s totally my bitch now.” “That’s great,” Alice smiled. In all honestly, she was starting to feel a little sorry for Ste, though she’d never say as much to Jamie. Yes, Ste was a horrible little shit, but he had a crappy life an upbringing, with an abusive stepdad and an alcoholic mum. Not that those were valid excuses for bullying. It was a grey area.

I hope, for her sake, that that wasn't a permanent marker. Bell closes her eyes in fury as if restraining herself from committing a violent crime and landing up in jail. In all honesty, I don't blame her. The Bensten parents should be the ones behind bars for bringing Troy to this planet in the first place. They're fully responsible for the mess that he is. Why did they give him life? Max winces on behalf of Troy's impending doom. Wary, he glances over at his girlfriend. "Are you okay, Babe?" he stupidly asks her.

I bolted out of the room and welcomed the fresh air wuth a deep sigh. Tonight I woukd not think of Makaira. It would ruin me. I would not let my thoughts stray. “Hey Ghost!” Someone called and I snapped out of my thoughts. Bullet was grinning at me with a cigarette popping out from the corner of his mouth. He had his arms extended as he walked towards me, like he wanted to guve me a hug and he was holding out two shopping bags. “How are you Bull?” “I’m great, Mr Sour pants. It’s pay day what do you think?”

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“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

"I don't know if, or when, I might be ready for anything more but if you still want to be my friend, I could use one." "Of course," he holds me tighter. I let myself relax into his embrace. I have made a decision. I need to burn my bully out of my mind and heart. For the sake of my sanity, I need to forget about Atticus Preston.

Lola, Grim, and Mac were amongst the dead that I did know. It didn't take long for the rest of the town to come to see the destruction. Some of those who died had mates who'd felt the bond break immediately. Howlers and Blood Dogs worked together to move the bodies. Dax wouldn't let anyone touch Lola, though. He held onto her tight in the garage parking lot. No one bothered him. I sat with Brat in the bar. She'd regained consciousness from the gas she'd inhaled and appeared to be doing ok. Stella walked over to me. Stitch had managed to get the silver bullet out of her leg, and he was currently working on others in the bar while wearing leather gloves so the silver wouldn't burn his skin.

Thankfully, I listened to Hurricane's advice and changed every single car in my fleet to custom made, bullet proof brands. Tariq's voice comes over the speakers, "Get in formation! Everyone, get in formation! We're backfiring in five seconds." I stare at the gun in my passengers' seat, and memories of blood and death assail me. I haven't touched one of those since I left that life behind. But my woman lies unconscious in there. Anger tightens my veins. Heads must roll. I pick up the gun and pull the safety. "...two…one…fire!"