Riding The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

I could practically smell their fear as they pulled out their weapons and got off their bikes. They walked over to my bike and began to rifle through my saddlebags. They must have assume I was hiding in the bathrooms or inside the main building, which was stupid. I wasn’t hiding at all. My heart was hammering in my chest, excitement running through me. I always felt the most alive when death was nearest. I cocked my gun. One guy looked up. I put a bullet through his skull. My gun made a screaming boom, like lightning made real. The man barely grunted as he fell over, his head caved in, blood everywhere.

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.]

Linda asked. I opened my mouth, but the gunfire came before I could answer. Bullets tore through the air. Linda grunted, stumbling forward as a shot ripped through her shoulder. Then another. “Linda!” I grabbed her, trying to pull her back, but pain exploded in my side. I gasped, my body jerking as the bullet found its home. The world tilted, my vision blurring. And then we fell. The icy grip of the river swallowed us whole. THE GOLDEN WOLF PACK

Three black SUVs pulled up at the clearing, their engines rumbling in the quiet forest. I'd been expecting them, of course – Bullet and his team of rogues were nothing if not punctual whenever it came to doing the dirty work for me in order to get paid handsomely. They loved money the most and had no morality. The lead vehicle came to a stop just a few feet from where Riley and I stood, and Bullet himself came out from the driver's seat as he slammed the door shut looking around nodding his head absentmindedly. He was exactly what one would expect from a rogue leader. He was tall, scarred with a lot of marks, tattoos all over his body and he had that predatory smile that made normal people c

Before Coal finishes the sentence. My bullet instincts shoot in. It has been a while, and I missed this. I missed that. I hear and feel the movement of the bullet in my way. The force that the bullet causes into the air has always been my sixth sense. In the split second of feeling that. Hearing that. I can tell how close the bullet is making its way to my ears. And I shout at Coal. “Get down....” But before I finish the sentence, the bullet has penetrated Coal’s skull, knocking him hard as he slumps and drops to the ground.

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.

He has 2 broken ribs and he hit his head when he fell, but he's fine. The two detectives approach, when they see Sebastian trying to grab the book. - Doctor, we're going to need this Bible and the bullet. - Sure. – says the doctor, dropping the objects into the bag that one of the men opens. - This bible belonged to my mother. I would like to have her back. - It will be returned to you after we collect the bullet. - They used a 22. If it had been another 9mm like the attack that killed his mother, Theodore would be dead. Because this book will not stop a 9mm. - one of the detectives says to the other.

She pulled the thumb drive from her pocket and shoved it into his hand. Adam shoved it into his pocket and hopped on the bike, cranking it to life. There was no helmet, and it didn’t really matter anyway. A bullet would end him just as surely as a crash. Rain stepped around the tree and opened fire before Adam took off.

The cold night air rushed in, whipping through my hair, thick with the scent of blood and burning rubber. I scanned the bikers, looking for the one calling the shots. There. He was in the center, barking orders, motioning with sharp gestures. His face was hard, focused, a man who’d seen war and lived through it. But he wasn’t living through this. I took my shot. The bullet struck him dead in the chest. His body jerked, his hands flailing for something to grab, but there was nothing. He hit the pavement hard, his limbs folding under him at unnatural angles.

I didn't know that Rico is as bold as Joe described him to be. "Lint at exactly two o'clock!" The man beside my car shouted as bullets went off. I can see her bobbing up and down, dodging the bullets. I crouch low on the tire of the car and aim, closing one of my eyes. I breathe in and out and pressed the trigger, trusting my father's words, 'Not a bullet must go wasted with the gun on a West's hand.' Those trips to the forest have not gone wasted after all.