Sweating Bullets Tv Series Novels & Stories

"Use bullets! Kill Subject 04!" Bullets tore through the steam. June flew in front of the pod. She spread her arms wide. The bullets passed through her light. Became slow. She was taking their power. Turning the lead into harmless drops of liquid metal. "June?" a weak wet voice whispered. Benson fell out of the pod. He fell onto the concrete floor. His arms and legs were thin and weak. Wires hung from the back of his head like long snakes. He coughed a sound that brought up green liquid from his lungs.

That specific moment, I want the ground to just eat me alive… The stain on the shirt of Bullet is the fluid that he released inside me. He used it to wipe every drip on my core. That is what he usually does whenever we are done with our intimate moments. Right now, Shane was staring at it as if it was the most disgusting thing on Earth right now. That time, all I did was swallow hard, wishing that Jill and Shane would never guess it accurately. But I was so wrong…

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.

She reached to untie one of his wrists. There was a distant shout, and then another, and then a gunshot. I ducked down. “Hurry,” I urged. “More are coming from the beach.” “Get down,” hissed Sven, nudging Loretta’s waist with his free hand even before she had freed his other. Silver bullets flew straight through the crucifix, barely missing Sven’s head. But Loretta was determined to undo the knot around his other wrist, and when it resisted she tore it with her teeth. “Get down!” Sven hissed again as he leapt off of the stool with her, bullets shattering the crucifix in their wake.

-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.

The sound was wet, as blood poured out. Anton let the body drop, landing with a heavy thud. “Rot in hell,” I looked at the blood on my hand, a few drops had speckled on them. Another man stepped forward, offering a white linen handkerchief. “Clean this up,” my voice was calm, my gaze drifting to Xavier The man nodded, as he and Anton moved to deal with the body. “Smoke?” Xavier said, offering me a cigarette, as I shook my head. “Hmm…I think you need a good fuck, T,” Xavier said, as he blew out smoke.

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.