Douglas Bullet Novels & Stories

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.

, she said, her voice suddenly changing to this deep American accent unlike that of Lexy. "Of course, none of the questions we're going to ask you right now matters except for one question", I started and brought out my gun and began to load it with glass bullets; it's this kind of bullet that hurts more than normal ones. This one keeps you alive and ensures you feel extreme pain for a long time until the poison eats you up and you die, don't ask me where I got it from. "But before I ask, do you know why we did this confrontation here? because this bullet will go off on your body, you will be screaming in pain for hours, you will beg for death and you won't see and no human soul would be abl

Danielle screamed as they started shooting at us. "No no no, not my Bugatti" I screamed as two bullets hit my windshield. Thank goodness it's bullet proof. I bought out a double barrel shotgun from my car. I purchased these and a pistol in a gun shop in the US. "Is that a..." "Yes it is" "Do you even know how to fire that" "I wouldn't buy it if I don't know how to fire it. Dating a billionaire with so many enemies is not an easy task" "I agree" "We wait for the reload and then you take the wheels"

They ended up with 15 years because the circumstances surrounding their case were so bad. After Casper woke up, he could not accept reality. He threatened to kill himself and demanded to see Jenny at least once. I went with Jenny. Casper’s eyes were sunken, his face was waxy yellow, and he was so thin he was almost out of shape as he lay on the hospital bed. The bullet comments appeared again, silent on the screen that only I could see. [Things are so bad for the male lead! He ended up as a eunuch... No, a cripple.]

Gunfire erupted. I moved on instinct kicked the inner door open, pistol up. Two guys spun toward me. I dropped the first with a double tap to the chest. The second got a round in the shoulder before he could fire. Alessio was right behind me gun in hand (the one I’d given him weeks ago, the one he’d practiced with). He didn’t hesitate. When a third guy came from the side, Alessio fired clean shot to the leg, dropping him without killing. I glanced at him impressed, pissed, proud all at once.

Ken’s energy shifted uneasily as the men continued approaching beneath the tree. “This isn’t the time for your drama,” I warned abruptly. “Don’t leave me with no other option but to…” “Those aren’t ordinary bullets, human,” Ken interrupted darkly. My heartbeat slowed instantly. “They’re forged with silver and infused with dragon blood,” he continued. “Strong enough to kill even the strongest Alpha with a single shot. Look carefully at the tips.” Fuck. He was right. The moment I focused harder, I noticed the strange blue glow coating the bullet tips beneath the fading sun.

Doug thought he'd figured out Ray's ability, but the sudden disappearance of the ice blade made him realize he was wrong. "Are you… a dual‑ability user?" he cried out. Infinite bullets and making ice blades disappear—those clearly weren't the same power. "Take a guess," Ray said with a smile. As they spoke, Doug rebuilt two more ice walls. But Ray's bullets kept coming without pause. Another wall shattered. Ray felt no pain at all over the cost. Breaking one ice wall took about two hundred rifle rounds—and how many bullets did he have in his otherworldly storage space? Millions.

“Nice toy, Henri. Specs?” Henri grinned, leaning forward. “Custom Delatour V-9. Silencer’s flawless, no sound, not even a whisper. Less recoil than a Beretta, but packs 9mm Parabellum with extended range, 200 meters, clean. More firepower than standard models. Arm your men with these, and your stealth kills will be ghosts.” I set my cup down, intrigued, my fingers brushing Dante’s as I took the pistol. “Silent kills with this kind of range?” I said, turning it over. “Our crews could slip through Ricci’s old turfs without a trace. Or anyone’s.”

The once-powerful old Don now looked like a dog waiting for slaughter. "You had fun that night, didn't you?" I tapped his cheek with the muzzle of the gun. "Watching her play that game. It must have been a thrill." "Dante... Mr. Costello... please, have mercy..." "Now, we're going to play a game." I opened the cylinder, loaded a single bullet. "You first." Amidst Marco Valenti's terrified screams and Isabella's hysterical sobs, I forced him to pull the trigger twice. Click... click...

When he asked what customised gun she wanted, Sasha’s happiness plummeted. “Honestly, I’m restrained by credits and materials. The gargoyle nails were recently acquired, and I don’t make it a habit to keep crafting materials because I’m not a crafter. I’ll get any gun you can make to load these bullets.” Ben inspected the golden bullets and whistled. Although he had never met this boss, he knew the monster that made those bullets. It was a bullet with powerful penetration abilities. The machine gun mushroom boss was a secret boss that only a few players knew about. Zen wasn’t lying when he said he had strong friends.