Date A Bullet Novels & Stories

If he'll not open his mouth in the next 5 min then I'm in and I'll take control over. "Fine.Seems like he doesn't love you woman. I want her to be awake and Junaibar watch as she does painfully." And with that, her men dumped a bucket of hot steamy water over the Junaibar's bitch. The blood mixed with water flowed like a red shower. Soon the bitch started sobbing hard trying to reach out to her lover. Still no response. Sighing, she fired at the lady's left leg and started pouring hot water down onto the bullet wound slicing it with just hot drizzling water. Merciless.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

she spat lowly and I chuckle before taking my attention back to Billie. "In world war, we all know firearms and bullets are used. Let party A represent the fireams and party B represent the bullets. Our company deals in gold ornaments only, creating unique artifacts.. now, it's not possible to get all our potential customers to be together in a place on the same day and time but through Internet, the words have a chance of spreading like wifefire.." she pauses. I place my palm on Janice's thigh and she bit her lower lip before turning to me.

He had never seen that symbol before. It wasn’t the marking of any pack close to Red Moon Pack, and he knew the territories surrounding them well. Whoever had used this bullet didn’t belong to any of the packs he knew. A cold feeling settled in his stomach. Whoever this bullet belonged to had killed Beta Kael. And whoever had killed Kael had taken Damien. Aiden closed his fingers tightly around the bullet before slipping it into his pocket.

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?”

In his arms, even the shadows seemed to retreat, if only for a moment. But reality waited for us, and it didn’t wait long. Two days later, a package arrived at the apartment. Small, unassuming, left on the doorstep like it belonged there. My gut tightened the instant I saw it. I didn’t let Adrian near it. Carefully, I opened it, my heart pounding, my mind racing through possibilities. Inside, cushioned in a layer of velvet-black foam, was a single bullet. Cold, polished, gleaming under the light. My blood froze when I saw the engraving.

“It’s open. “There should be a small panel in the back, you will need the code. It is 11 05 1993.” Hey… wasn’t that my birthday? Punching in the code, the door sprung open, exposing the small box and I dragged it out. Opening it, bright bullets sat inside, filled with blue liquid and I frowned. “What are…?” “Daylight. In a bullet. They are ultraviolet rounds Marley. Grab the gun with the blue grip, it is designed for them.” Looking around, the small gun was sitting to her left and I grabbed it. Dropping the magazine out, I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder. Quickly loading the rounds into the magazine, I shoved it back into the gun and cocked it.

“Daisy, what are these?” “Weapons of war, my dear.” She replied like an old witch. “Ok-ay. Do you mind going into details.” I pinned the edge of what seemed like an underwear and lifted it up. I couldn't grasp what exactly it was. “That is the ugly underwear. It and all these are sex preventers.” My eyes grew wider. “What?” “Sex preventers. Your anniversary month fell on the night of the full moon. Did you notice?” She said it like I was supposed to. The look on my face told her I had no clue.

I said. Sprinting to the bathroom, I grabbed my emergency kit. I cut his shirt open with scissors. There was a lot of blood on his torso. I tried to repress my fear and turned my brain off for any other thoughts in order to let my instincts take over. My hands moved swiftly, swabbing the area and ignoring his faint groan. The only light was from my windows. The bullet hadn’t exited. “Of course not,” I breathed and focused once more. I’d never done a removal except in one simulation before but I knew I had to risk it.

He felt tense but determined. What he didn’t know was that a storm was quietly gathering in the shadows. --- Far across the city, in a dark building, Black Bullet was planning. He studied the folder Cassandra had given him carefully. Photos of the mansion, maps of the area, details about the guards’ routines—all of it was there. “This will be easy,” he muttered, though he smiled coldly. “They think they are safe. They are not. Soon… very soon… everything changes.” He reviewed the files again and again, memorizing every little detail. He knew the importance of timing, of silence, of not leaving a trace. One wrong move and David would notice, and Black Bullet would fail. He never failed.