Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

Theo agreed on it and insisted to let them use his private plane so they don't have to call Ann anymore. "You had been shot many times but you are still alive. Whereas your enemy died in just one bullet," Irish said at his back trying to get the bullet in him. "Just pull out the bullet and stop talking love," Basil ordered grinding his teeth. What if I knifed him now so he dies? Irish thought annoyingly, inserting her fingers in his shot from the back. She is now searching the bullet and it's kind of disgusted that her fingers are inside him. An evil smile suddenly formed in her face as she found the bullet. Without saying anything, she pulled out the bullet meanly.

LILLIANA I knew how to fire a bloody bullet; I didn’t know how to take one. And whoever said taking one in your arm doesn't hurt, didn’t know anything about getting shot. It hurts so fucking bad, even with morphine injected into my system. And this whole getting-shot-in-the-arm wasn’t good enough that I had to listen to Viktor yapping, on and on, about how he wanted to kill me. Seriously. Getting killed seemed a better choice than listening to Viktor.

I yell at him. As soon as Bella and Stone see me, they both make a move. Hers was toward me, and his was pulling a pistol from his jacket. He fired the gun at the exact moment William raised his hand, and shattered him into a million pieces. I am yelling at Bella to stop as I raise my hand to fend off the bullet. It's too late, she throws herself in front of me, taking the bullet into her side before she goes stiff in my arms.

Tore off my shirt and asked her to take the bullet out. "Use the first aid, take this thing out." "Huh?" She asked In confusion.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

The gun that has now left, and that bullet can't survive anymore; slowly it is poisoning me, pushing me closer to a death that right now I crave. I can't remove the bullet; I wish I could. I know removing that bullet will hurt far more than holding onto it in the hope the gun comes back, because surely if I am the gun to his bullet, he is just as bad as me. Surely he is broken, crying watching his heart slowly die in his hand? I look up at the picture of us on our wedding day. He said I was the gun to his bullet and if he lost me, he was a dead man, was that just a lie?

Amy didn’t want to believe it, but she knew a bullet went through her window. The first bullet that entered Amy’s car exited through the driver’s side window after missing her head by an inch. The bullet breezed through Amy’s short blonde hair before exiting through her driver’s side window. She looked around to see the soldier shooting at her. The man stuck his bulky tattooed arm out of the driver-side window of his muscle car, unloading his 9-millimeter pistol into Amy’s BMW.

“So what do you think would make me sleep with a stranger like you?” “Hey, I was just tryin’ to help.” “Sorry, not buying it.” Bullet let out a deep sigh. “Whatever,” he said calmly. “I’ll just wait here until you get a ride and you can’t do anything about it.” He took his phone out of his pocket and put his earphones on. But before walking away, he took off his jacket and put it over her shoulder.

If this was the end, he was taking Vincent with him. Moving with quiet precision, Bullet slipped from behind the desk, his gun already raised. His finger curled around the trigger, aiming directly at Vincent’s heart. A deafening bang rang out. Bullet gasped, his body jerking violently as pain tore through his shoulder. The gun flew from his grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground. He staggered, his legs nearly giving out beneath him. Bianchi stood a few feet away, gun still smoking, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. His dark eyes gleamed with pure malice.

He's still family, he took us in when others rejected us. "Do it! Or it's going to be you taking the bullet" He emphasized and I flinched, shutting my eyes closed. I pulled the trigger, and a gunshot echoed.