Novel & Cerita Date A Bullet

A dangerous look entered his glowing eyes as he raised the gun, pointing it at them. "This is not just any gun, Alisha," Dante said, his voice smooth and cold. "This gun is coated with very fine sand. And guess where the sand is from. The moon. And I know how you vampires hate light. To imagine what happens when a bullet lands on your heart. Maybe I should try it out." Before anyone could move with vampire speed, Dante turned quickly. He picked up the gun and shot. The gunshot was incredibly loud. The silver bullet tore through the air and hit one of the younger cousins right in the leg.

But Winona had broken it sooner, forcing the truth to come to light. "Heath, don't make this more uncomfortable for both of us," I said coldly. "Let me give you a heads up—check the surveillance footage at your house for September 7th." I kept my gaze fixed on them, my tone icy. I didn't want to create more tension, but some people just wouldn't learn. Heath seemed to be at a loss, still not understanding the significance of that day. But Winona's face had already turned ashen—September 7th was the day they had been tangled up in each other at home.

“You're just in time.” “Where's dad?” Tanong sa akin ni Bullet. “He'll be here.” I said to assure him. He must. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

"NEVER!" Bima roared, his entire body tensing as he ignored the agony in his pinned leg and bitten arm. The Master AI Fitness Freak's eyes, once displaying a smiling icon, now flickered yellow beside Riska, projecting the bullet's velocity data. [Warning! Kevin's 'Protein Shooter' is active! Bullet speed: Mach 1.5! Destructive power: HIGH!] [System Suggestion: Evade or parry! Protein bullets can cause 'Muscle Denaturation' and 'Acute Calorie Crisis'!]

He's gone? The door to the closet suddenly banged and fell, and there I saw the man who I despised the most to. Holding a gun, he pulled the trigger and I felt my eyes widen as my heart began to beat slower. This was what I was anticipating right? To die? To get out of this hell? Then why am I having such regrets? I closed my eyes and waited for the bullet to pierce through me. "Inka" No. Don't. He's playing with you. Close your eyes.

Photos and videos, bringing me up to speed on everything I’ve missed in the past month. I settle down to watch it all. The bullet was ladled with wolfsbane.

But then something caught my eye. A small box sat on my nightstand. Faux leather with gold fringes. Right where I’d left my phone last night. That box hadn’t been there when I closed my eyes. My hands shook as I opened it. Inside, on a bed of velvet red cushion, was a bullet. A real copper with a dark, tacky smear across the tip. Dried blood. Underneath it, a slip of paper with a single word in elegant handwritten script. —Soon. I dropped the box. The bullet rolled out, coming to rest against my bare foot. Cold as ice.

Not just lead. "A bullet fully carved from a mixture of wolfsbane and liquid silver." His voice was calm, but I heard the weight behind his words. Something cold slid down my body. I raised a brow, realisation hitting fast. "So… if it had hit something vital?” I let the question hang in the air as I took another step forward. He didn’t hesitate. "Instant death." I sucked in a breath. "If the person is strong enough, they might last thirty minutes— a maximum of an hour." He placed the bullet into my palm, letting it sit there.

Danwel informed. "I also noticed that their bullets have different structures and functions. You see, the Company invented its own projectile. Their bullet is two-pointed with a line dividing it, compared to a normal one which is only a one-pointed projectile. The original bullet made by the Company can be divided into two, but for the fake, I can't divide it. That's why I concluded that faking it was not the intention of the killer. It seems like who made the fake one missed some information about the original one. Maybe that's why finding it was fake must have really been upsetting for the killer." he left a deep sigh.

“What do you want from me?” “You know what I want, Mr. Martin.” The man was looking around, scanning the apartment with searching eyes. “I don't understand.” JC was still pretending. “You will if I put a bullet in your head.” He backhanded JC with the gun hitting him on the face. JC wretched in pain. Blood oozed out and dripped from his nose. He held it with his fingers. “It's not in my possession right now.” “It would be for your good if you'd give it to me.” He said, through his throaty voice.