One Bullet Away Novels & Stories

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.]

If I’d been one step slower, I’d have bled out alone in my own hallway. Three nights ago, I’d walked into my safehouse, phone pressed to my ear, just another Tuesday. The bullet tore through the air before I even saw the glint of the barrel. It missed my heart by inches. Shattered the mirror behind me. Ripped through the flesh of my arm. Blood everywhere. If I’d walked slower, I’d be dead. No one knew. Not my consigliere. Not my second-in-command. Not even Eli. I handled it in silence.

I think inwardly, silently watching and waiting to see what my little mate was involved in, but for some reason, I just can’t pinpoint her as someone who would be so involved in my world. She was stripping at that club. The small voice in the back of my head says. Reminding me that the place we first met was frequented by the lowest of low. Hell, my being there was a perfect example of that, but even then, something wasn’t sitting right. “These bullets,” the man announces before I can think too hard on it. “Are special grade and can be filled with whatever you desire, and once the needles are released, it will immediately inject your enemy with it.”

There's a note inside. "NEXT TIME THAT YOU'RE WITH HIM, I WILL USE HIS OWN BLOOD TO ERASE HIM, BABY. I ALREADY TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY." Oh my god! "Come, Milda. It's already late, you should go home." Said Mr. Carson. I sighed then look at the message that I received from Bullet. He said he's out of the country right now. Company matters. I didn't tell any single details to Bullet of what's happening to me, I can't lose him. I don't want to. I want him to still see me as pure.

They sounded like the kind of sound bullets made when they were shot out. Within a split second, a bullet had traveled roughly three hundred meters up to Wilbur. The second the gunshot had been fired, Wilbur had zipped forward and narrowly avoided the two bullets. Upon doing so, a long spear made out of spiritual energy appeared in his grasp that he hurled towards the top of a building next to him. Wilbur leaped up at the same time, landing on the top of the building across that one. The spear pierced through a marksman mercilessly, who died before he could even let out a cry.

Rhoda and Rudolf's family life continues as a runaway, a family that flees from unfavorable situations. Rhoda passed out unexpectedly while walking near the jet with Rudolf and baby Robert. Rudolf cried, "Honey!" What exactly is your problem? "Rudolf inquires as he snatches Rhoda's body and drags it to the ground; Robert's face flushes as he shouts, "Mommy!" As he sat in his regular squat, Robert let out a loud scream.

There was silence at the background of the other line, and then a husky voice spoke up “Yes Bullet, any news” “We found her…she is in a club….really pretty” Bullet smirked “Good…….do the job…and make it clean” The voice from the other line muttered “Trust me to do my job” Bullet muttered and dropped the call He faced his companions “Hey guys….it’s time to move”

I blurted out as I came to a halt. "How did...." My voice trailed off and I heard Vincent pulling up beside me. Almost half of the building had been brought to shreds. "Duck!" I yelled out to Vincent the minute I heard a bullet whooshed by. "Thanks, boss, that was a really close one!" Vincent let out and clutched his chest, he had just narrowly escaped death.

five bullets penetrated my body separately. I had no intention of knowing which part of me was hit by the bullets, but the pain was unbearable. I heard Dario say that only one bullet was left from his mini revolver. I guess the last and sixth bullet would end my life then. As he aimed between my eyes, I was face to face with death. Without any warning, he pulled the trigger. For a second I lost consciousness. And still, I am alive. What on earth? I heard Dario click his tongue, “Dammit! Do you have extra ammo? The last bullet slips! Her head lowered as I fired!”

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.