Flower Bullets Novels & Stories

Each event was paired with a footnote that did not belong in any public record. Fire. Explosion. Structural failure. Electrical fault. Accident. Evelyn’s breath slowed as she read. The second page contained addresses. Some were international. Some were not. One of them made her sit down. Her old apartment building. The room did not spin. It narrowed. Focused. She had accepted the fire as a singular act of malice. Genevieve’s cruelty. Claudia’s reach. A personal attack meant to intimidate or eliminate. This was something else. This was repetition.

"Have you seen our newly developed bullets? He gestures to the sky as a bunch of shots fly through the air. "These are specially modified to have the ability to pierce the hardest of skins. It's a good thing you've avoided them so far... if one of them had hit you, it would have hurt.

Two bullets were fired at him, He ducked his head and fired twice at the shooter, the bullets hit his chest and he fell down. Aaron shot at the other man hiding behind a car. Aaron fired at the fuel tank of the car and it blasted into flames taking away the man with it. Aaron looked at Flavio from his peripheral vision, he was shooting at the attackers and had taken out a few. His men were shooting to kill. "I want them alive." He ordered them as He kept shooting.

I put on the gas and threw the leaves in a pressure cooker, I didn't use a normal pot because the smell can make the air toxic through the steam and it also needed to be liquidised. When I was done, I wore hand gloves and poured the hot wolfsbane on some of my bullets. It dried up quickly, changing the bullet to a black glittering colour. I also put some in syringes in case I was at close range with a rogue or manangals or even wendigos which were rare. The night was far spent when I retired to bed and get ready for tommorow. My usual routine was, train, eat, attend to papers and meet with Brooke. If I could also spare some time, drop her son at his primary school.

‘I’ll be fine. Focus on what you’re doing, Little Mate, I’ll handle the rest.’ His voice is quiet, and I feel slightly calmer after his reassurance. I return to the bed and get back to work, fishing out the fragments of the next bullet. These are strange bullets, not like any I’ve seen before. They seem to open upon impact and release small glass shards of poison inside the body. I’m working on one of the ones in her stomach when I pause, seeing a piece of the glass lodged into her ureter.

How do bullets kill the men who have Umbra’s powers? “I don’t think she’s using normal bullets. I can smell some kind of a substance in it that affects them. Probably a herb or a mixture of many.” Serena says. Dory lowers her gun and looks at the fallen men with a nervous look. “Uh, did that work?”

I huffed. "Oh come on, why that?" "Why not that, Flower?" "Well because..." "Because?" "Stop it Alex." "Oooo we're at Alex now." My face turned beetroot. "Shut up!" Even covering my face with my hands couldn't take the blush or his chuckles away. "I hate you" I pouted. He stopped chuckling and smiled when I peeked between my fingers to look at him. That same look from earlier crossed his face,but melted away soon enough, and then he was leaning close. My brain seemed to shut down and then go into overdrive

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.

Rose had gone back to her room and was staring blankly out the window when she got there. After being pierced by pointed fingertips, her flesh bled bright red blood, which fell from her hand and stained the dark dress. Her eyes were afire with confusion, and her irrational feelings were suffocating her rationality and encouraging her to engage in harmful behavior.

The wetness of Enola pussy led the long thick stroke of Bruno to be plugged inside her absorbable organ. “ oh..oh…oh..oh ..easy baby..oh….oh”, she moaned.