Date A Bullet Novels & Stories

I dropped the weapon and disbanded it, pulling out its bullet. The bullet was filled with liquid garlic and silver, and its purpose was exposure. If it shoots into a person, there will be an immediate effect, exposing if the person is a vampire or a werewolf. It may also kill this person. So, I am not going to use all of it, I just need a small portion of it. I opened the bullet and poured out its content until it remained little before covering it back up. I put the bullet into my pocket, fixed up the weapon, and hung it back. I left the shed, closed it after me, and replaced the removed brick.

Lemick was right; her husband was a very good doctor. The room was thick with the scent of blood. Liam’s face was very pale. His wound had been cut open. I leaned over and watched as Doctor Darren, with a very steady hand, reached into the wound with a pair of small tweezers. He twisted the tweezers and then pinched them shut. “There it is,” he said, as he pulled out a thick, fat, silver bullet. He placed the bullet beside him, on a handkerchief. I couldn’t believe how big it was. I’d never fired a gun in my life so I didn’t know much about those types of weapons But even so, I knew enough to know that THAT bullet was no ordinary bullet.

Qianna said dispiritedly. She didn't care for things apart from love. "The bullet is an MX120. That bullet belongs to our family," Thomson said angrily. "It's definitely not Joseph. If it was him, using the bullet from the Mccarthy family to kill the President of A Country would not only be stupid, but foolish," Giselle said.

my life slipped away. ZAP! I jolted awake. Breath rushed back into my lungs. I was gasping for air, sitting up in bed, my body drenched in cold sweat. With my hands shaking violently, I reflexively clutched my left chest—searching for the bullet hole that had just pierced my heart. No blood. No wound. I turned toward the nightstand, snatched my phone with a quick motion, and checked the digital calendar displayed on the home screen. March 29.

Crimson answered. "Exactly what we found out, so after some series of research in the internet we found out that the bullet is a special bullet and was only made in Italy, Italy is the only country that produce such bullets and they only marketed it to one city in an African country Mozambique south Africa." Mr Simon said. "What is the internet?" Crimson asked.

The taste of her strawberry-flavored lipstick lingered on my lips as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Confused and taken aback, I blurted out, "What the fuck is even happening? I thought my parents set me up on a date, not a fuck buddy!”

LEO. "What’s wrong?" Dad asked, looking suddenly tense. What the fuck was up with him? Now wasn’t the time to ask him though, I needed to get this shit over with. Azura placed her hand on my thigh, and our eyes met for a moment before I wrapped my arm around her neck pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "I’ll start with my side business, as you already fucking know, I created some pretty lethal bullets." Dad nodded slowly, drinking his coffee.

Every word coming out of his mouth right now was absolute bull. “Oh? Where the fuck is this coming from?” Came the male’s reply. It was gravelly and squeezed through closed lips by the sound of it. The omega would bet his first bite he was getting a nasty glare right about now. “You know where. This is your one chance at an untouched, and everyone knows how you feel about seconds. If you don’t want anyone, fine. If this is about me, don’t. I’m sure I’ll have my first heat within the next year or so, and then I’ll be sen-,”

I said, and King Jon was taken aback. “Care to explain deeper?” He asked, and I took a deep breath. “The truth sometimes, is what we want it to be.” I said, taking a brief pause. “Sometimes, we make up the truth to be whatever we want in our heads, just like this case.” “Two bullets, and the truth now becomes him being killed by someone who wants him dead.” “This is a very interesting take.” King Jon scoffed. “How do you explain the bullets then?” “They were made after 2012.” I said. “The bullets were shot on October 23rd, but the bullets had the engraving of a 2013 product on them. Might I also add that the autopsy was taken in the early days of February which is quite unusual .”

“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.