Sweating Bullets Tv Series Novels & Stories

I twist and turn the dagger in my shoulder, trying to take out the bullet. Cold sweats break onto my forehead and extreme pain runs in my left side, but it doesn't stop me from moving the dagger in my flesh. I gripped the handle of the dagger tightly and pulled out the bullet. I fell on the floor and my knees hit the tiles of the washroom hard. My breathing became harsh as my whole body started shivering. M…mumma!! I miss you. I kept myself under the shower and watched as my blood flowed in the water to vain. Tears threatened to gather in my eyes but I didn't let them.

The deafening sound of the trigger being pulled resonates through the air, followed by a sharp, searing pain in my chest. My heart races, fear coursing through my veins, as I realise that the bullet narrowly missed its mark. The shock of the moment starts to fade, replaced by a chilling realisation: the bullet is silver. Panic sets in as I comprehend that my supernatural healing abilities won’t save me this time. The urgent need to remove the silver bullet pulses through my body, a desperate race against time to cheat death.

The server room was a canyon of flashing blue lights and the deafening roar of industrial cooling fans. Bullet casings rattled against the metal grated floor like hail as Caleb fired his final magazine into the chest of an advancing drone. The synthetic assassin staggered, sparks erupting from its shattered optical sensor, before collapsing into a heap of exposed wires and hydraulic fluid. "Ava! How much longer?" Caleb shouted, slamming a fresh clip into his sidearm. His breath was ragged, his tactical gear slick with black oil and rain.

He ordered, the strict authority ringing in his voice despite the veins protruding from his neck and head as he kept his groans under his breath. Like I was being controlled, I found myself shutting the door before inching closer. Sticking the tweezer deep into his arm, the knots in my belly twisted as I watched his bloodshot eyes. That was a— He got— My God— “Bullet.” I muttered, my throat tightening. His long-sleeved white shirt was unbuttoned and soaked in blood, with his thick coat draped over the chair with more blood smeared over the fabric. “What… what happened to you?” My voice shook.

I shoved off him and made it to the car, and Luke drove like he thought I was dying. Back at the house, I barely made it upstairs. My hands shook as I tore my jacket off, blood streaking my shirt, the metallic scent thick in my nose. The bathroom tiles were cold under my knees as I gripped the counter, reaching for the tweezers in the cabinet. “Fuck.” The word tore out before I could stop it. I dug the met into my side, biting back a growl. “Who fucking uses a silver bullet?” The first touch to the wound made me curse again. The silver sizzled against flesh that refused to heal, every tug at the embedded slug a white-hot lance of pain. Sweat dripped down my temple, my breath coming hard.

Gently, I pulled Kelvin’s head into my lap. Kelvin moaned, a sound so raw and helpless, that it cleaved my heart in two. I turned to Kael, my hands trembled as I gripped his wrist, feeling a weak pulse, but there. The smell of gunshots hit my nose like a knife to the gut. And not just any bullets, but one made with silver. Silver bullets are a wolf’s worst nightmare, potent threats capable of bringing even the strongest among us to our knees. “Who did this to you…” I whispered.

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.]

Gracie Everything played slowly in my , it was as if i was watching it all from a distance . Matteo aiming at me, Hayden shoving me out of the way. Then the shot rang out. The bullet had caught him in his chest, I'm no doctor but I knew it wasn't good. A scream escaped my mouth as he fell to the ground with a loud thud.. I stared at his bleeding shirt to his pained expression, I couldn't do or say anything , the shock was beginning to slowly seep it's way to my brain.

Alessio stayed right on my heels. We burst through the rear door into the alley. Kelly was sprinting toward a black SUV, engine already running. I fired—tire shot. The SUV fishtailed. Kelly spun, gun up. I tackled Alessio behind a dumpster just as bullets shredded the air where we’d been standing. Heart slamming, I rolled out, returned fire. Kelly grunted—hit in the shoulder—dropped his weapon. Enzo and the others converged. Kelly went down hard—zip-tied, cursing in Gaelic.

Their eyes were covered by tactical visors stitched directly into their skulls. "Target not found," the lead Sweeper said. Its voice was digitized, stripping away any humanity. "Obstacle identified. Beta-class lifeform. Remove." "Come and get it, you ugly bastards," Marcus spat. He opened fire. The rifle barked, sending a stream of 5.56mm rounds into the lead Sweeper’s chest. Sparks flew. The bullets didn't penetrate; they flattened against the grey skin and fell to the floor like useless coins. The Sweeper didn't even flinch. It raised a hand—a hand that had been modified into a crushing claw—and backhanded Marcus across the room.