Date A Bullet Novels & Stories

Different targets started moving horizontally, making the target a bit more difficult than the still one. I shot my first bullet, hitting my target's head as different images started flashing in my head. I saw images of my daughter and wide as I kept pulling the trigger. Images of Joe when he was bitten by the infected flashed in my head also, making me feel vexed with myself. Images of me escaping from the horde of infected in the compound and the way I almost ran Austin over, flashed in my head as I kept pulling the trigger of the Glock-22 pistol.

Bullet answered while laughing as he shook his head, “I will sign this if that will bring you peace of mind.” With his firm hands and fingers, he started running the ball pen towards that piece of paper. And it only took him a few seconds to make our dreams come true. It only takes one signature of him for me to celebrate in silence as my mind starts to imagine how huge this deal will bring us. I even come to a point where I imagine myself with Jill and Shane in a Paris Fashion Week as all of the cameras are flashing in front of us. “Hey, are you okay?” Bullet asked while he is waving his hand in front of my face, “please, don’t smile at me as if you just saw my d*ck. Come on.”

"This is the material I'd like you to help him review." I looked down at it. There was much more work than I expected. "Sir, when is his assessment?" "Next week." I stared at him. "Next week?" "Yes." I sighed quietly. That meant even more tutoring. Professor Bennett smiled. "I know it's a lot, but you're doing a good job." "Thank you, sir." As I walked away, I looked at the paper again. I couldn't believe I was going to spend even more time with Leon.

She said almost like some Nobel prize award was being handed over. Danté took the bullet but frowned at her first "Oh I see what you did there, mixing the name of the flower into the bullet, but its still a copper jacket" She puffed her cheeks up and folded her arms "Thanks for spoiling my mojo mister serious" He chuckled inspecting it, it seemed normal enough but he could feel a small difference "It's a little lighter than usual" "So?" She asked still not impressed by his insight. "It means this bullet will travel faster, that might actually be a good thing"

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

"No." Diggy nodded, sitting up and clicking on the next shared p*f file. "And this? What do you see here?" Shorty looked at the picture of the next bullet. "This is a point forty-five ACP bullet. It can be easily accessed at gun shops." Diggy nodded again. He then went back to the first picture of Snipes that had a bullet to his head. He brought out all the pictures of Snipes and placed them side by side. "What do you observe in these pictures?"

Justin said looking at the bullet. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “That bullet is pure silver and is designed to release poison. It looks like it is empty! Wyatt got the full dose of the poison!” I took the bullet from the clamps. “No! don’t touch it!” Everyone shouted. “It’s fine. I am immune to poisons and silver.” I examined it closely. It was not like an original bullet. This on had a chamber inside it. The tip was smashed like normal and the sides were all silver but a window on the side revealing empty case. The poison must have been spilled once the bullet shattered.

"Yes, how do you know that?" "I know everything. Besides, big daddy works for me, so that is how I specifically know. You know in my thirty years in this business, I don't tell the locations of the people I make guns for. It's not good business but for some reason, probably this pretty girl here, I am going to tell you what you want to hear. I have a retentive memory so all you have to do is just say the year and bullet." "2004, Spitzer bullet." Elton beat me to it before I could talk. The hoarse-voiced man laughed and shook his head.

Silver bullets. She could still envision the way the big man stared back at her, his muscular arms bulging under his linen shirt, his bushy black brows raised, his mouth embedded in black whiskers and partially opened. “Silver bullets,” he’d repeated, like a parrot. Diana had offered her most winsome smile. “My brother collects old bullets from the American Revolution, Civil War period, various types. A collector. Anyway, he was saying how he had about every size,shape, and kind of bullet known to man except for one.”

Astrid and Bullet contended in unison. Bullet’s mom stood up and held up her hand. “Decide on the date, you two. Don’t make me pressure you all the more. And don’t keep me waiting.