I Would Take A Bullet For You Novels & Stories

"Jade, you're my only true friend. I've known you since we were babies. I love you more than I love myself and I don't want to lose you. If piggybacking you, falling for your tricks, or talking with you until you fall asleep is what will bring my best friend back, I'd do it gladly." She stared at him unconvinced. It made no sense that he'd sacrifice his future all for her while expecting nothing in return. "What about risking your future? There's no way you can afford college without a scholarship. Ruining your 'Model Student' image for my sake is the worst way to get it. How do you explain that?" "Would you take a bullet for me?" He asked calmly, staring into her eyes. "What?" "If a gun was

I was a nobody but she took me in and showered me with so much love more than I could ever imagine I came from nothing but here I am, rich and self made, back there at the wedding I couldn't stand and watch that evil woman take Ava's life, I could trade my life for her, that's how much I want to see her happy, that's how much I want to see her smile and when I took that bullet for her, I was so happy that it was me and not get that got shot, I can't imagine how the triple will feel like if anything happen to Ava

"If you need blood—take it. Take as much as you want. Take all of it. I'm a universal donor!" "Stick him! We're going to need a lot, kid!" one of them barked. I jammed my sleeve up and felt the prick of a needle. I didn't care. I'd let them drain every drop if it meant saving her. I can't believe she took a bullet for me. No one's ever done anything like that for me. No one's ever loved me. I wasn't worth it to the point I had to force it. And she saved me.

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”

It was better me than him because if I hadn’t taken that shot, it would have surely hit a vital point. My instincts roared to protect him even at the cost of my own life. I closed my eyes again and when I opened it again; I was alone or I thought I was. “I’m impressed. I didn’t think you cared enough to take a bullet for some white kid.” I heard the annoying voice of someone I least expected.

“That bullet’s killing you—let me help! I can get it out, I can stop the bleeding, but you have to free me! I can’t do it like this!” His eyes met mine, skepticism flickering through the haze of pain, but the blood loss drained him. I leaned closer, my voice raw. “I won’t do anything stupid… I mean you’ve got a gun, you can shoot me if I try. I just want to help save you, man. Please let me help you, I don’t want to lose you.” My words trembled, a confession I couldn’t fully face—I cared, deeply, and it terrified me.

“You couldn’t possibly have known that he was a maniac. It’s not your fault.” “But you still got shot,” I said. “And if you hadn’t met me, none of this would have happened.” “I don’t care,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I don’t care if I get shot a thousand times. As long as it’s for you, I would take that bullet every single time.” And even though I knew how unrealistic that sounded, my heart warmed as I looked into his eyes, and I knew that he meant it. “I love you,” I whispered.

"Actually I shot him because of you. When you took that bullet for me, I got really mad at him. I had no idea when I pulled the trigger on him." "And now you can't sleep, knowing that you killed a man," I smiled. "You feel traumatized, right?" "I am," she shut her eyes. "I can't get the thought that I committed murder out of my head." "I'm encouraging you to be strong," I patted her on the head. "There are people out there who wants you dead but I'll protect you." Hazel continued to stare at me, her eyes questioning. "Why did you take that bullet for me? I'm the same girl who stabbed you. My goal is to kill you. Why did you sacrifice yourself for me?"

I pushed the gun to the center of the table, my voice as light as a ghost's. "Only one chamber left." "Killian. Are you going to take the bullet for her, or let her face it herself?"

Meeting his angry gaze with determination, my voice raised to a higher pitch as I snapped back, "Those bullets were meant for me. I should've been the one hit, not you. I know they were trying to kill me, and you got caught up in it." His eyes widened in a second, then narrowed into slits, “Can you fucking hear yourself?” his angry tone made me jolt, but I stood my ground. “If I had let you get hit by those bullets, you would’ve probably been dead by now. Is that what you want, Gina? Do you want to fucking die?!” “If it would mean no one would get hurt, or die because of me,” I raised my chin defiantly, “Then yes. I’d rather die.”