Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

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.

A body fell in front of me writhing in pain and I blinked, my eyes widened as I realized what had happened. "You took the fucking bullet for me, you dipshit!" -- Guess who took the bullet????

Blood drizzled from her forehead slowly. Junaibar was not a fool to not look at her properly. His eyes widened and swallowed the lump that has formed. Who was she even in the first place? "KTCO doesn't know about your lover, do they? How pity? So it would be better if you tell us what you've got." Tara gently said as if she was taming an animal. She loaded her gun, patiently waiting for him. No response. Fuck the scum bag! If he'll not open his mouth in the next 5 min then I'm in and I'll take control over.

he smirked. I step back. He had this murderous look on his face while pulling a gun on his cabinet table. "B-Bullet? No. No! Come back to your senses! Think of the consequences! You'll get in prison if you kill the person! Come on, please…" I begged. He look to me while a grin slowly plastering on his face. He then step closer to me and stretched his arms that holding the gun. " I'm not killing someone, baby. You will. My queen deserves all the right to kill the insect. Come on, get it and we'll make sure to kill it." the creepy on his lips makes me tremble. This is Bullet. I know that I love him, so much to be exact and I accept whoever he is and what he is capable of but I'm still adjustin

"Another one please, Karen asks. What! another one! Ellen shouts. She could barely finish the first one and Karen is asking for another one. "Do you want to forget about Logan or not? Karen asks. "I do but ". "There's no but Ellen, just roll with it. Ellen nods and takes the second one and drinks it like she did the first time. Within some time they had already finished ten shots of tequila and they were drunk.

"Oh my God, he’s breathing. Tyler—you didn’t—" I wheezed, forcing air into my burning lungs. My hands fumbled at my jacket, then my shirt, fingers finding the rough, woven fabric of the Kevlar underneath. There, right over my heart, was a deep, smoldering dent. The bullet was embedded in the plate. It felt like every rib on that side was cracked. Tyler’s voice came closer. "Next time someone drops like that, don’t assume they’re dead. It kills the vibe, Babe."

CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE MALAKAI * * "Oops, I missed," Pierce mutters, a sly smile spreading on his face. He had only diverted his hand at the last moment, causing the bullet to whizz past Liam's head and is buried into the wall instead. This psycho! Don't just play with someone's life like this, I want to scream at him, but my body just sags with relief when Pierce slowly lowers the gun. He turns to me, still wearing that devious smile, as though mocking my scared trembling form.

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

Simon controlled his emotions as he whispered, "I did want to kill myself the other day. However, I remembered that I had yet to witness your happiness with my own eyes. I can't bear that thought, so I—" "What are you eating?" Nicole took the food from his hand. She held his arm and walked out. "You've just donated your bone marrow. How can you eat something like that? "Come on, I'll take you to eat something good. Let's get Ray and ask him to kneel to apologize to you. "You wouldn't have suffered if it weren't for him." Nicole started to call my number. No one answered at first. Then, the phone was turned off.

I slide the first out as I grit my teeth at the pain in my thigh. The bullet hit me… it was a mistake, wasn’t it? I know Havok and Raze, and neither would put me in harm’s way on purpose to reach their goal. So who is out there? “Those bullets are not made for werewolves,” he says as he replaces his gun magazine. He takes another shot and I hear a grunt. “Perfect.” For a moment, doubt flits through me as there’s a shout, and then Zion’s gone, racing towards the fallen man.