I Would Take A Bullet For You Novels & Stories

"But it seems like someone isn't grateful, so I regret doing it." He tried to move away, but I hooked his shirt in my hand, bringing him closer so his face was right in front of mine. "I didn't say I wasn't grateful, you asshole. I was just wondering why you'd do that for me." My eyes dropped to his lips. "Why you'd risk your life for mine." At this point, our heavy breathing was in sync. "Why you'd take a bullet meant for me."

A tooth for a tooth. A life for a life. And I would take his son.

"Rose. Still here. Not—not leaving you." "Good. Because if you die, I'm following you and spending eternity yelling at you for being heroic." I laughed through tears. "Nate, you threw yourself in front of a poison bullet. For me. That's—that's the stupidest, bravest, most ridiculous thing anyone's ever done for me." "Would do it again." His eyes were clearer now. More focused. The antidote working. "Rose, you're my mate. My future. My everything. Of course I'd take a bullet for you."

I didn’t even want to consider thinking about what it would be like being with someone else. “Don’t worry about it princess. I know that you could defend yourself anyway. I was just worked up since you are initially hurt” Nikolay said running his finger over my back, right above my injured shoulder “I would’ve never imagined you being willing to take a bullet for me. I would do it for you, but it’s not every day you see a girl taking a bullet for her man” “It just proves to you how much I love you”

After I Took Three Bullets For Him, He Said He Was Just My Uncle I took three bullets for Don Lorenzo Moretti, the man I called my uncle. The last one nearly killed me. Only then did the family elders agree to name me Donna. But in the two weeks I lay unconscious, Lorenzo announced his engagement to Ava, the daughter of a family benefactor. The Rocci, my family, lost its power when I was ten. Ever since Lorenzo, a close friend of my father's, brought me to the Moretti estate, I was certain he would one day be my husband, despite our age gap. He always told me to find men my own age, but I just let it go. In my previous life, I crashed their engagement party, a decision that led to a

over and over again. I jumped in front of him, I took a bullet knowing very well there was a life inside me that depended on me, knowing very well I was carrying his baby inside of me. He must have hated me now. for my carelessness, for my recklessness. “I’m alive because of you, Lucia. You took a bullet for me…literally. I’m one of the luckiest men to have you in my life, baby and don’t be sorry for that” The tears weren’t stopping.

I chastised, dropping to my knees beside him and swatting his hand away from the bullet wound, "I need to take the bullet out. It's silver dipped in wolfsbane. It will kill you but it wouldn't have killed me. You should have let him shoot me." "So what?" Quade rasped, pressing his hand over his abdomen, "you wanted me dead anyway." "No, you fool!" I pried his hand away and plunged my fingers into the wound. It was warm, mushy, and very gross but I had to find that bullet. A scream that had been mixed with a growl had the walls of the bunker vibrating, "shit," I cursed, "look, I wasn't going to kill you. I just wanted you to hear the truth," I said in an attempt to distract him, "And then I w

He’d die for her. And me? I have no one. Not anymore. Cain steps closer. Gently, he takes my hand, and places it against his chest, over his heart. “I’ll give you the answer,” he says quietly. “I would.” His voice is flat, but certain. “I would take a bullet for you.”

He would hug me as per his wish and then push me away like nothing ever happened, even if I approach him how do I know I'm not going to be rejected? But weren’t his actions speaking for itself? He knowingly took a bullet for me, he feels something for me, right? If I were to take a bullet for someone, I wouldn’t do it. Would I? If it’s Jordan, then? I don’t want him to die instead of me, he shouldn’t have done that. I'm not thankful or happy by the way things are going in my life, the only one person who wanted me to live was now lying on the bed.

she wasn’t looking at me as she asked, but I could tell that there was a tinge of confusion and sadness in her voice, “Why did you take that bullet for me?” I wanted to tell her that it was instinctive, that there was something in me that couldn’t carry on in this world without her being in it, that I’d been a hopeless mess for the months that I couldn’t see or reach her and would’ve taken as many bullets for her as long as it meant she’d be safe. But I couldn’t tell her any of that, because she wouldn’t believe it and she’d get scared off to worsen things. “I felt like it, that’s all,” I put on a nonchalant act instead.