Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

I realize I'm on my last bullets. "Faster!" I scream, looking back at Maia, feeling the car slowing down, but the words die in my throat as she takes a bullet in her arm, before one hits my arm, sending the gun flying out of my hand. I fire with my second, but I only have two shots left. Just then, the car swerves and sends me crashing, making me realize I need to take over. I crawl to Maia and make it just as she collapses from the bullet wound. I push her to the side and take over, while bullets shatter the side mirrors.

“ Such a pretty little girl. Look at you, you are all grown. Who would have thought that unripe fruit would ripen so fast? Ava...” He took the first step in and hesitated for a bit. He was unsure but he sensed something. Someone was here, someone who wasn't part of his team. “ RUN!” Bullet ordered but he was too late. The bullet pierced his heart as he staggered backwards with blood spilled all over the place even on Ava's hair. She let out a sound of air as she waited for the worst to happen. Was this how she was going to die? In the hands of unknown men?

Fear and uncertainty swirled in my mind, leaving me feeling lost and unsure of what to believe anymore. "It's okay, Em. We'll get to the bottom of this. Don't let it disrupt your new life. If anything, consider it a blessing that you've avoided a disaster," he reassured me, but I couldn't entirely agree. Dodging a bullet implied escaping unscathed, but the truth was far from that. The bullet had hit me, missing my heart by a mere inch. I was still fighting for my life, trying to gather the shattered pieces left behind by Jake's cruel actions. He had deliberately aimed and shot me where it would hurt the most, and recovering from this pain would take nothing short of a miracle.

He had never seen that symbol before. It wasn’t the marking of any pack close to Red Moon Pack, and he knew the territories surrounding them well. Whoever had used this bullet didn’t belong to any of the packs he knew. A cold feeling settled in his stomach. Whoever this bullet belonged to had killed Beta Kael. And whoever had killed Kael had taken Damien. Aiden closed his fingers tightly around the bullet before slipping it into his pocket.

They chew and burn their way through the paranormal beings attacking the clubhouse. Blaze! Kane! Where are you two? We need you! I see you! Watch out! Kane, get down! Now! Blaze, what the fuck are they shooting? Oh god! No! Please no! They've got fucking silver bullets! Aiden! They got silver bullets! Get every one out! Get out now! I keep scanning the crowd. Until all the air leaves my lungs. I grab my chest and look down. I'm not hit, but I can feel the burn of the silver bullet lodged there.

"Elara, please—" "I said stay down, Alexander." I looked back at Vincent. "Go ahead," I said. "If this is what you came here to do, then do it." He smiled, slow and certain. "With genuine pleasure," he said. He pulled the trigger. The bullet hit my shoulder and drove me sideways and down, and the floor came up fast and hard against my arm and hip. The pain was immediate and total, a white, blinding intensity that took my breath completely. I heard myself make a sound I didn't recognize.

Thinking about what the bullet comments said, I gathered that I would be treated as the fake heiress and become the next biggest victim whose identity Casper had stolen. I turned around, picked up the test report, and tore it into tiny pieces before anyone could react. I then tossed the shredded paper into the trash and then turned back before spreading my hands as I said, "Casper, you need evidence if you're going to accuse someone. What makes you think I'm a fake heiress?"

“Then come and take it.” The first shot rang out before I could think. I dove, rolling across the cracked floor as bullets whistled above me. Adrian covered my flank, his own weapon firing back, the blast deafening in the cavernous space. Sparks flew as bullets struck metal beams, shards of debris raining down. Jasper moved like a cornered animal, fast and ruthless, emptying his clip without hesitation.

“Unless you have wooden bullets, that thing won’t stop me.” The man’s hands tremble, and I fear he’s going to accidentally pull the trigger. Lucas is right in saying the bullets won’t stop him, but I’m sure it’ll still hurt like hell. And we won’t be able to go out to dinner with him all bloody and his shirt full of bullet holes.

, she said, her voice suddenly changing to this deep American accent unlike that of Lexy. "Of course, none of the questions we're going to ask you right now matters except for one question", I started and brought out my gun and began to load it with glass bullets; it's this kind of bullet that hurts more than normal ones. This one keeps you alive and ensures you feel extreme pain for a long time until the poison eats you up and you die, don't ask me where I got it from. "But before I ask, do you know why we did this confrontation here? because this bullet will go off on your body, you will be screaming in pain for hours, you will beg for death and you won't see and no human soul would be abl