Riding The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to pull her close, right then and there. Once everyone had arrived, Gavin gave the signal, and we started riding up the mountain road. I stayed near the back of the group. In front of me, the bikes moved in rhythm, and so did the bodies riding them. The motion was impossible to ignore. Before long, I could feel my body reacting. Two hours later, we finally reached the top. Gavin was already out of patience. Before the tents were even set up, he had pulled a woman into his arms, sitting on his bike as they kissed.

but three of them got to escape the flying headshot bullets Rig's throwing at them. "F*cking bastard!" One of the three shouted as he rev his bike and screech his way towards him. Rig has his gun pointed at him. "Wait for it... wait for it... come to me motherf*cker." He muttered with his gritted teeth, watching the junkie coming in closer and closer to him, holding an automatic gun that was hanging on his shoulder. Soon the crook started firing, shooting bullet at the wood behind him and before a single bullet touches him... he got the right chance to fire his one bullet... and it hit just right where he wanted it. "F*cking headshot."

“If we are to make it out of this situation, you have to help me.” I nodded, swallowing my fear. He needs me so we can make it out alive. He needs me. I kept repeating this in my head like a prayer. “Take the wheels,” he ordered, and I did, climbing on his side, stepping on the gas, holding the steering wheel as he let go. The switch slowed our speed, making it easier for the riders to close in on us. Dad was quick to shoot the riders on each side of the car, but soon bullets rained on us. Looking in the rearview mirror, another SUV appeared out of nowhere. Both had a heavy assault rifle on the roof manned by two people.

He live alone and he have so many condo's! We ride the elevator as we converse. Its just a day but I missed him so much. Bullet ruled me fully. I feel so safe when I'm with him but with his lies, I can't help myself to get hurt. Bullet was so mysterious. He was like an open book but have a lot of secret pages. Only the one he trust can read it, and I can say that I'm slowly making my way but not fully. He was so close but so far away from me…

“Maybe she should watch this. Maybe she should watch you die for her. Then she’ll finally learn what fidelity costs.” My legs felt weak. My heart raced. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t leave her. And he knew it. His finger tightened on the trigger. Ava screamed. I breathed. And then Everything stopped. For one terrible second, the world went silent. And then Charles pulled the gun. The gun fired. And the bullet flew straight toward me. What or who did the bullet hit?

“Burn in hell!” With that, he pushes the trigger. I swerve away, and even though I know I’m fast, I know that the bullet would be faster. I’m already expecting pain from a graze, but then I feel a hand pushing me back, seeing a shadow moving in front of me. Time seems to slow down, and there I see Madison herself pushing me out of the way, taking the bullet that was supposed to be for me.

If ever her words are true. Sarah. My Sarah is reachable, yet again. The mere thought consumes me as I draw closer to the convoy. Suddenly, gunfire erupts, bullets grazing the bike's mirror. More shots follow, forcing me to lose control. Despite my efforts to regain balance, a final bullet sends the bike crashing into a sharp turn. The bike skids beneath me, hurling me to the ground with a sickening thud.

A deafening series of cracks tore through the air. My body moved before my mind caught up. Lily grabbed Rose, yanking her toward a tree. Julian shoved Aries out of the open space, both moving with trained speed. My pulse thundered in my ears. I barely had time to react before a bullet whizzed past, embedding itself in the bark beside me. The scent of silver flooded my nose. Hunters. More shots. A strangled grunt somewhere in the distance. Someone hit the ground.

Bullet As the iron belt cracked against his skin, I felt a thrill run through my veins. I stood tall, my eyes fixed on the man before me, his back now a canvas of crimson stripes. “More, Bullet. I want more!” The sound of his ragged breathing filled the air, and I felt my own breath quicken in response. I took a step closer, my eyes drinking in the sight of his broken skin. A drop of blood trickled down his spine. I reached out a trembling hand, my fingers tracing the path of the blood.

One of the riders pulled too close to my side of the car, gun raised, helmet reflecting the flash of streetlights. Without hesitating, I rolled the window halfway down, steadied my breath, and squeezed the trigger. The recoil snapped through my wrist. The rider swerved, his bike skidding across the asphalt in a spray of sparks before crashing into the barrier. Ava screamed again, clutching the seat behind her in fear. “Holy shit…you…” “Eyes forward!” I snapped roughly at her.. Matteo cursed under his breath. “Damn it,I need more bullets,” I muttered, firing again. Another rider toppled.