One Bullet Away Novels & Stories

She sat there trying to think of how do get out of this mess. The ground exploded next to her thigh and the whistling whine of the tumbling bullet zinged off into the distance. BOOOOM! Another rumble of rifle thunder echoed in the canyon. Okay, Elena, THINK! The time between the impacts of the bullet and the sound of the rifle is about four seconds. That means he's about three quarters of a mile away. However, the canyon separated them, so there was some time to put more distance between them.

Autumn’s Pov I woke up with a bad feeling. My stomach hurt like hell. Then I looked around. It's a pack's hospital. The only room I never want to visit at home. The pain started to go but I know that I have a hole in my chest. I remembered I clawed it but I thanked the goddess that I still can be alive. I wish whatever the moon's daughter said will be true. I want a happy life, and I also want to help Ethan. However long it will take.

Just like when I was a little girl again. But in that time, at the moment, I just wanted to get away. Away from here, away from him. Joey helped me up for the last time, I hoped. And once he did, I ran out of the room, grabbing my phone and purse, with the tape in my bag, not caring if they were following me or even calling me. I ran out of the house, grabbing my coat and keys, got into the car and drove away. I didn't know where I was going nor did I care. I wanted to be away from there. The last thing I wanted to see was my father.

It doesn't surprise me when I heard humans screaming in different voices as they all fled In their gorgeous attire. I saw it coming but It was so unexpected that I couldn't avoid it. I traced the bullet and it pointed at a multi-story building not so far away. "Pro sniper ...nice shot!...

Relief flooded through me so intensely I almost collapsed right there. My knees went weak. "The bullet missed his heart by approximately one inch," the doctor continued. "Just one inch to the right and we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

I asked, full of hope at the news he was about to deliver. “He's now safe from any danger.” I let out a sigh of relief, teary-eyed at the good news. ***** The machines still beeped steadily beside his bed. Dante's chest rose and fell beneath the white hospital sheets, his face pale but peaceful for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The doctors said the bullet missed his heart by an inch, literally and figuratively. It was a miracle. Or maybe just the last ounce of mercy the universe could spare me. I stepped out into the corridor where the sun was beginning to bleed orange through the hospital windows. Abby leaned against the wall, nursing a cup of vending machine coffee that pro

The deafening sound of the trigger being pulled resonates through the air, followed by a sharp, searing pain in my chest. My heart races, fear coursing through my veins, as I realise that the bullet narrowly missed its mark. The shock of the moment starts to fade, replaced by a chilling realisation: the bullet is silver. Panic sets in as I comprehend that my supernatural healing abilities won’t save me this time. The urgent need to remove the silver bullet pulses through my body, a desperate race against time to cheat death.

ASTRID woke up that morning without Bullet in sight. When she realized that it’s already seven in the morning, she hurried and got up despite her splitting headache. After taking a shower, she quickly got dressed and left a note on the nightstand. She was about to get inside the elevator when she heard someone approaching from a distance and when she turned around, she was surprised to see Bullet beside a tall woman. Based on how the woman put her arms around him, it’s pretty obvious that something’s going on between the two. He’s grinning from ear to ear as if he had just won a million dollars. Well, it certainly looks like it.

That bullet was the only good thing that happened tonight. Through my closed eyes, the sound of Stella's sobs intensified, turning into ragged, desperate cries. It was music. My men immediately swarmed us, efficient and silent, and quickly got us into the car. The ride home felt strangely sweet, a perverse kind of paradise. Stella was pressed against me, her small hands frantic, pressing down on the bullet wound with a force that was probably useless but fiercely devoted.

If this was the end, he was taking Vincent with him. Moving with quiet precision, Bullet slipped from behind the desk, his gun already raised. His finger curled around the trigger, aiming directly at Vincent’s heart. A deafening bang rang out. Bullet gasped, his body jerking violently as pain tore through his shoulder. The gun flew from his grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground. He staggered, his legs nearly giving out beneath him. Bianchi stood a few feet away, gun still smoking, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. His dark eyes gleamed with pure malice.