I Would Take A Bullet For You Novels & Stories

She said while comforting me and slightly rubbing my back. " but I was the reason he was there at that moment. The stupid bullet was meant for me. Why did he not let me take it,he always had to be fucking stubborn and has to make decisions for me. Why on earth did he chose to take the bullet for mw,he could have left me to die." I say while lamenting bitterly.

Dolores is screaming, throwing insults at Eleanor, hurling accusations and venom in every direction. “She took a bullet for him.” The whisper travels to me, carried on the wind, but it strikes me like a thunderclap. Hot tears sting my eyes as the words sink in. She took a bullet for me. For me. It's the most insane, most selfless thing she's ever done, and I can't believe it. She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have put herself in harm's way for me. I've hurt her so many times, and yet here she is, taking a bullet meant for me. She shouldn’t have gotten in the way. She shouldn’t have.

"We are even in my books, as I said I want to turn out as the girl who does it." "Not in mine." He argued earning a scoff. "We'll be even when you take a bullet for me, but we know that can't ever happen, so far now let's say my cup is half filled." "You want n eto takf a bullet for you?" I scoffed. "No. In fact I'll take another bullet for you if that were possible, and if that bastard had hit you moments ago, I would've killed him with my bare hands." He assured, the darkness in her eyes sought that he was telling the truth. I looked away nonetheless as both men approached us.

Everything hit me at once, the guilt, the fear, the anger, the heartbreak, the image of Mia falling, the sound of the gun, the blood on my hands. “It should have been me,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “She took the bullet for me without even doubting it for a second. When I was being a bitch to her, she took it for me.” Elijah’s expression broke instantly. “No.” “I said all those horrible things to her, and she still stood in front of me to take the damn bullet. Why would she take it for me? Why would she give her life for my sake?” I asked, shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at my roots.

“You’re okay.” “I’m okay,” I said, fresh tears falling as I leaned closer, pressing his hand to my cheek. “You took a bullet for me. Again. I thought I was going to lose you.” Callan smiled weakly, the familiar warmth breaking through the pain. “Worth it. Every single time. Couldn’t let them take you. Not when we finally have something real.”

“That man came in…he was going to shoot me so I shot him…” “She was standing in between you two…what made you think you can hit him without hurting her?” I cocked my head to the side, taking a sip of my drink again. The guy stared at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. “He was going to shoot me!” he shouted, his eyes red. “I had to protect myself! What the fuck…are you saying I should have taken the bullet?” “Yes,” I said simply. “Between you and Gianna…your life is simply worthless. If it was her getting hurt then yes…you should have taken the bullet.”

I asked. "No, take things slowly, but don't do anything stupid like taking a man's life," he answered. "So I think now you know what I want you to do," "Yes. It's like putting all the blame on me; I will become your cities most wanted threat and I will become the one who harmed your mates friend, I will be the target but I will gladly take those bullets for you because that is what friends do, that is what it means to love, always keep that in mind," he answered.

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- Idiot, I thought you were dying! - Lailah no ... -He tries to stand upright but he doesn't even have the strength for that.- You have to take the bullet out of me ... -What? What bullet? -It takes a second to process everything and I feel like an idiot when I see that all this has been caused by a gunshot.- No ... I can't. If I have to do that, you will die at my hands- I shake my head- I refuse.

It was Uncle Henry who answered me, "Approximately three bullets were removed from his body." "But...... But....." I cut myself off and I remembered, I remembered everything and I remembered that I took the shot for him! "But I took the bullet for him! I knew that they would want to kill him, so I took the bullet for him. I'm sure I did." Each word of mine had its raise of tears.