One Bullet Away Novels & Stories

Alice Hunt’s performance was flawless. With her elegant grace, Alice resembled a white swan, and Justin’s gaze never left her. Quentin sent me a message: [Bring your little babies back to Arcania too. I’ll help you take care of them.] Tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn’t shed a tear even when Justin had called off his proposal. How wonderful it felt to be truly loved. After the performance came another celebration. By the third round of drinks, Collin Campbell, a mutual friend of Justin and myself, sighed quietly.

The bullet is coming. 0.23 seconds left to make a decision. 0.12 seconds. Exam or not exam? While Brawen was concentrating on calculating the bullet and deciding whether to go or not, suddenly at this moment two strong arms from both left and right Brawen came and pressed a small force to the floor, above the mass. The bullet flew past the small eye. Because of such calculations, Brawen did not know that this would happen. Unexpectedly, my best friend at the same table was also here, even though the distance between them is only a few centimeters now.

I point out and he nods. Dylan claps his hands together. "So, let's lay out our facts" he exhales , "So firstly, someone tried to put a bullet through Talia, but missed, the bullet hitting the girl closest to her, now the shooter escaped swiftly with his crew, a rogue apparently." He says and a thought hits me.

Hindi pa ako nakuntento ay sinubukan ko asentahin ang mga target na nasa layong 400 meters. Dumapa ako at inasinta ang mga target. Napangiti na lang ako ng na bullseye ko lahat ng target. My bullet will never be wasted. Narinig ko naman na may pumalakpak sa likod ko kaya lumingon ako sa likod at lahat sila ay nasa likod ko na habang nakangiti "Wala ka pa rin kupas Jay," pagpuri sa akin ni Glade at inilahad niya ang kamay niya para itayo ako sa pagkakadapa.

Bang! A loud sound of a gun almost made him deaf but he didn’t blink. His eyes were focused on their moving target. Unluckily, the man missed. Damon moved a little closer to the right, missing the bullet. He spared a quick look at Harper who was shaken by the second shot. She was covering her mouth with her both hands.

“Promise you won't push me away” My lips pressed against each other. I didn't know what to say, all I know is I didn't want him to get hurt. “Damien..” His gaze grew desperate. “Say you won't push me away. Please,” he pressed. “I don't want anything to happen to you..”My voice shook. He pulled me into a tight hug. “Nothing will come in; I will take you home,” he said, wrapping his hands around mine. I slipped my hand away from his. “Wayne Took a Bullet for me. I have to be at my his side when he wakes up.

If the target is wearing body armor or is high on narcotics and doesn't go down, the third shot to the cranial vault turns the lights out. I reset and fire again. The recoil jars my wrists, vibrating up my arms to my shoulders. I welcome it. It’s a physical sensation that isn't Dominik. I breathe out and fire again. I’m fast. I’m lethal. My movements are economical, stripped of hesitation. Why did you pull away? The thought interrupts my rhythm. I miss the headshot. The bullet goes wide and tears through the target’s shoulder. "Fuck," I hiss. I pulled away because I had to. Because if I let him look at me like I’m his ruin, if I start believing we have more than a perfect business partnershi

"Destroy the conduits!" ​He leveled the gun at me and fired. ​The bullet seemed to move in slow motion through the charged air. I could see the silver-etched casing spinning toward me, aimed directly at my heart. But I did not stop singing. I could not afford to flinch. If the melodic sequence broke for even a microsecond, the Aegis-9 satellite would lock its target permanently, and my people would be lost forever. ​Suddenly, a massive blur of black motion intercepted the path of the bullet.

The echo of dripping water from a loose tap filled the silence, and Bella's reflection in the mirror looked almost ghostly beneath the harsh light. An uneasy weight settled in her chest. Her pulse quickened for no clear reason, a warning whispering from deep inside her. Something's wrong. Unbeknownst to her, one of Riven's top men — a shadow among shadows — crouched silently in the farthest stall. His presence was like the faint shift of air before a storm. They called him Bullet Man, not for his speed alone, but for how cleanly he struck — swift, precise, and without trace.

The mark on my neck burns a little, but I've learned to live with the pain. As I make my way off the stairs, a rebel suddenly comes out of one of the hallways. She raises her gun towards me, and I move away just in time, the bullet missing me by a few inches. My pulse is throbbing, my heart beating is erratic. I had come this close to dying. When I sneak a peep at her position from where I hid behind a pillar, her gun is still pointed at the pillar. The only way I could escape was to shoot before she did. Seeing as the gun is in her left hand, I decide to use the right side of the pillar to my advantage. That precious millisecond would be vital. My bullets hit her all over her body before sh