Pure Romance Bullets Novels & Stories

I glanced at him impressed, pissed, proud all at once. The fight ended fast. Five bodies down. Enzo’s team cleared the back. We grabbed the product crates of guns and cash as proof. As we exfilled, sirens wailed in the distance. Back in the SUV, adrenaline still buzzing, I turned to Alessio. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights. “You shot him,” I said. “In the leg,” he replied. “Non-lethal. He’ll live to tell the story.” I studied him. No shake in his hands. No panic in his eyes. Just… resolve.

If he'll not open his mouth in the next 5 min then I'm in and I'll take control over. "Fine.Seems like he doesn't love you woman. I want her to be awake and Junaibar watch as she does painfully." And with that, her men dumped a bucket of hot steamy water over the Junaibar's bitch. The blood mixed with water flowed like a red shower. Soon the bitch started sobbing hard trying to reach out to her lover. Still no response. Sighing, she fired at the lady's left leg and started pouring hot water down onto the bullet wound slicing it with just hot drizzling water. Merciless.

On the other hand, Aaaric was dumbfounded when he heard a loud gunshot and realized that Mila had just shot Claire. "What are you doing?!" Aaric exclaimed frantically, the sound of the gunshots would give away their location to the special forces who were trying to find out where they were now. Mila didn't even flinch when Aaric questioned her actions just now, but a cynical, triumphant smile curved on the corners of her lips, as she said in a low voice, “Just as I thought.” Intrigued, Aaric turned to see what had happened and found Claire's figure still standing unwaveringly even with a bullet through her head, not even a drop of blood had emerged from the hole in her head.

"Yeah, there’s someone who had some of these bullets, and they sure as fuck worked. These bullets can kill so fast that if you were in wolf form, the body doesn’t even revert to human form. Emmet Garrons produced fucking thousands. I've still not fully managed to account for all fifty thousand. I'm trying to track them down, but you may want to let other packs know, just in case any of them come into contact with them." "There’s been two cases that now seem to make sense." Rayhan said quietly. "Uncle, remember I mentioned it to you, how we were unable to figure out how the rogue that I found near my pack was killed?" "Yeah, that was a couple months back… Luckily, there haven’t been many stor

The bullets weren't ordinary, they were made to burst a vampire once inside their body. Another two immediately came at him from two directions. He let his rifle fall, without looking at them, he pulled two pistols off his tactical pants pockets and shot them at once, relishing their cries as the silver bullets coated in wolf venom razed their systems, debilitating them. Before concluding with the weakened ones, he held the rifle up and burst the one coming from the ceiling, then he burst the weakened ones.

Meanwhile, beneath the severely damaged car hood, whiffs of white smoke started puffing out. Immediately, two more bullets were fired. One bullet from the left and another from the right propelled toward Woody and Alexia at a high speed. Simultaneously, the bullets pierced through the middle windows of the car. Woody and Alexia could clearly see the complex indentations on the bullets. They were as thick as a finger and seemed to make up a certain mysterious formation. These were obviously not ordinary bullets. Rather, they were to be specially used on highly-skilled ancient martial artists.

I seethed, glaring daggers at him, my eyes bloodshot from anger and tears that still streamed down my face. His response was laced with arrogance, taunting me with a smirk. “Oh, my dear, you couldn't harm a fly, let alone me." Little did he know, he had pushed me beyond my breaking point. The love I felt for Steve, combined with the burning rage that surged through my veins, ignited a fire within me that I had never experienced before. I had always been the silent, conflict-avoidant one. But when I spotted a gun lying on the ground, something changed inside me. I reached down, picked it up, and clenched it in my trembling hand…

Bastian froze in place with his eyes glazed over. 'Why Rena? Why did you sacrifice your life for me?' Bastian thought. "Doctor Bastian," Nichol called, rousing Bastian from his trance. "Yes? I'll take the bullet out; there might be some bleeding. Add the blood transfusion supply," said Bastian. "Okay." Aline replied. Bastian took a bullet of a type that was quite rare and deadly. Bastian knew that this type of bullet was to kill the target in one shot because of its speed and sharpness, which could tear the internal organs of the body.

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.

“Make me.” Bullets sang.