Sweating Bullets Tv Series Novels & Stories

I set the gun aside and lit a cigarette. I said after a short pause, "Normal? Thomas, have you ever told her about all the blood on your hands, the dirty money in your accounts, and your enemies coming at you during the night? If you put a normal person like her in your world, that's no different from getting her killed." Thomas frowned, displeased by my rebuttal. "Jessica, I wasn't asking for your permission. I was informing you." He stood up and went into the inner room, lifting Vivian Sugden—whose bleeding had stopped—into his arms.

his eyes darkened, “—is to wipe every single Harris from this world!” Suddenly, Victor drew a small gun from under his suit jacket and fired at Alex the moment he saw an opening. But he underestimated him. Alex moved like lightning—his body reacting faster than thought. The bullet that was suppose to hit his chest only grazed his shoulder. Before the echo of that shot faded, another gunfire rang out—this one final. A stillness followed, heavy and absolute. Victor’s breath hitched as he staggered a bit. His gaze dropped to his chest, where blood began to bloom across his expensive shirt—first a spreading red flower, then another. Two bullets—one through the center, and one piercing his heart.

-I'll be direct, Doctor, how do we kill the werewolves," asked Sergio bluntly. -Unfortunately, I haven't figured out how to kill them yet, but-she placed a case on the table, opened it, and took out several models of silver capsules-the silver contained in these bullets is capable of weakening them. -Good," Sergio took one of the bullets in hand and looked at her, "that's a start. Malvina, who was finally about to speak up, was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of a policeman in the room. -For God's sake, man, what happened?" asked Sergio, frowning at the dashing man. -Speak up," encouraged Malvina. -You're going to want to go to the house of the vampire Julio Cesar a lot. Now.

she said soothingly. Tears blurred my vision as I gazed at her, my face streaked with the salty droplets. My nose was red and runny, and my makeup was smudged and ruined. As I lowered my gaze to Steven, I felt a pang of guilt and sadness. His breathing was slow and unsteady, and his body felt cold and soft in my arms. His sleepy eyes were fixed on me. “Don’t cry...” he gasped. “D-Don’t speak,” I pleaded, placing my hand on his chest where the bullet had entered. My tears flowed even harder as I realized the blood wasn’t ceasing.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she shifted away from me and began to turn back. I moved my feet to stop her but I fell to my knees instead, groaning in pain. This motherfucker must have used Silver or the Wolf's bane in that bullet because there's no way I would be feeling this way, this embarrassed and sick. “I hope you die and rot and Draven follows so I won't have to see you two in Scented Skies, as for Maliya, she's so dead when I'm back.” It was so silent aside from the loud chirpings and croaking sounds of insects, I thought we were alone but I was wrong because when I turned my gaze to look at whoever it was in the woods, another bullet went straight to my neck.

As I descended the stairs, I could see that he was sitting in the living room. And he was cleaning his gun. He didn’t see me at first. He was being so meticulous, almost robotic. I watched from the darkness as he slowly and methodically cleaned each part, then put it back together. Then… He loaded it. I caught a glimpse of the box of bullets; they were silver. For killing werewolves. “James,” I said without thinking, emerging from the shadows, “are those silver bullets?” My voice shook as I spoke. James merely nodded and stayed focused on his work. “Of course,” he replied.

announces Vsevolod proudly, dropping the bullet in a small jar of rubbing alcohol. As he begins work on stitching up my shoulder, I look over at the bullet and watch as the remnants of my blood begin to wash off the bullet as it soaks in the clear liquid. As I continue to watch, a carving slowly begins to appear on the bullet. I abruptly sit up, pull the bullet out of the liquid, and bring it closer to my face to examine it. “Careful! I nearly stabbed you with this needle,” Vsevolod chastises me.

Time slows as Wren tries to shoot me again, only to scream in pain as a bullet pierces her hand, causing her to drop her gun. My dad's face darkens, and he raises his gun. “No!” I cry out. The guards open fire. Bullets tear through the room. Blood splashes warm across my face. My father jerks violently as bullets punch through him. Wren collapses beside him, her scream cut off. They hit the floor with a sickening thud. I stand frozen. Tears stream down my face, but I don’t move. My body refuses to respond. Their blood pools around them, staining the floor, thick and red and endless. Their eyes, lifeless stare into nothing.

But I could tell his body was healing, slowly and painfully—a striking relief that he was still alive. The wound on his chest looked horrible; a bullet hole directly on his left breast. Quickly, I picked a pair of tweezers from the first aid kit, put on a pair of medical gloves, and began to pull the only silver bullet still stuck in his body. The other bullets had mysteriously vanished from his body—probably melted into his blood. I gulped heavily at the thought; if the silver bullets had melted into his body, then Neil would definitely die.

Before she could say anything, the waitress was back with their drinks. Celeste waited till the waitress left. But when she was about to talk again, all the words she gathered turned into acid and burnt her throat. She saw what was lying in Raymond's palm – a silver bullet. A silver bullet that could end her life. Short as it may be, the bullet glistened in glee with the evil, lethal light that took Celeste's breath away. It was only two knuckles' length, but Celeste could already picture the long shadow it drew when it flew in the air and smashed the target's flesh and bone.