Buy A Bullet Novels & Stories

I had a gun with me but I didn’t have any bullets that would kill a vampire. Penny nudged me to get my attention. Looking at her, she held out her hand and looked down. There, in her hand, were exactly two bullets. Magnesium ones. That was just what I needed. I gave her a questioning look, but she shook me off. Instead, she pushed them into my hand and turned back around.

"Why do you say so?" He sighed and shook his head sideways, then returned to his potatoes. "Too many flaws in your ammunition" he sough and fetched another bowl of clean water. "Your gun and bullets are way too small, and your bullets are not made of silver" he didn't turn to look at the shocked expression on her face as he began dropping the chopped potatoes into the bowl of water. "Those bullets are made of brass, coated with silver. If you want to stand a chance against the wolves, you need a silver bullet and not this toy you call a gun" he finished and turned to look at her.

I would send her back to hell if not for my dearest brother that she captured in her wicked twisted heart. I straightened my jacket before reaching for my gun and hiding it under a specifically designed zip. Opening the door, my dad and mom stood there hovering. They looked me up and down and nodded in approval. Of course, they would. After all, I have a great sense of fashion for an army daughter. Come on why can't I? Entering my black Porsche 911 GT3, I skimmed through my phone and played Beggin song. I then connected it to the car and my dad started driving.

"I will hire the best lawyers to track down Brian and reclaim your company. I will make sure he regrets crossing paths with you and I will put you back on your throne, Elara. But in exchange, you will marry me for one year and six months. You will live in my home, attend every event on my arm, and convince the world and my family that we are the perfect couple." "You want to... buy my marriage?" I whispered, the word heavy on my lips. We were basically strangers! "I am offering you a lifeline," he corrected. "The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a differ

I asked. They both looked at each other and then walked down the stairs of their office’s. “We can stand out here and do it if you like.” The mayor said. “Firstly, those guns. What sort of bullets do you have in them?” Lucas asked. “They’re the normal brass bullets.” The sheriff said. “Well, you need to replace them with wooden bullets. They’re easy to make. Just carve them out of wood…”Lucas started to explain. As Lucas was talking to the mayor and the sheriff, I got a chill down my spine.

Alpha Kyle handed the bullet, wrapped in a thin plastic, to the healer. With a cold smile, the healer stared at the bullet. “This is a blood ritual silver bullet, my Alpha. To get ahold of this powerful silver bullet, the perpetrator must have lost a lot of blood to be able to form such a dangerous weapon against you, my Alpha.” “A blood bullet?” Alpha Kyle’s eyes grew in astonishment. “I’ll have a cleansing tea sent to Beta Logan; that will help him feel more relieved. His wounds will heal faster too if he bonds with his mate.” The healer said.

I glanced at him impressed, pissed, proud all at once. The fight ended fast. Five bodies down. Enzo’s team cleared the back. We grabbed the product crates of guns and cash as proof. As we exfilled, sirens wailed in the distance. Back in the SUV, adrenaline still buzzing, I turned to Alessio. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights. “You shot him,” I said. “In the leg,” he replied. “Non-lethal. He’ll live to tell the story.” I studied him. No shake in his hands. No panic in his eyes. Just… resolve.

"Bullets do not depreciate, Commodore. They only become more expensive to everyone who is not holding them." Remy stepped in, all swagger and bad cologne. "Here is where we land. We give you two hundred, and you throw in the next shipment free, the launchers and the ammunition, and we call it square and keep doing business like gentlemen."

Xavier sighs frustratedly. "How did you find out about the contract killer?" I ask him. "The bullet which was used was fired from a military-grade weapon, which is easily not available on the market. Professional killers only smuggle such weapons because of their accuracy." He pushes his glasses up his nose and shuts his laptop, "I have run the information of the bullet and found Hydra uses such weapons. And we all know how Hydra works, all they need is their money, and they do the job in secrecy, no questions asked."

The space was small, and once they were inside, there was no room left for me. I moved from cover to cover alone as gunfire swept across the street. Then a stray bullet tore toward me. I shut my eyes, muttering, "This is where it ends." Something slammed into me and threw me sideways. When I opened my eyes, Stefan stood between me and the source of the shot. The bullet had struck his abdomen. Blood soaked through his shirt and ran over his hands. I caught him before he could fall, and I could not stop crying. He lifted a hand and wiped my tears.