Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

Flynn noticed the shift in my mood and pulled a few pieces of candy from his pocket, placing them gently in my hand. "It'll help cheer you up," he said, like the countless times he had done when I was a child, crying on the doorstep. "Try it. I'll take care of everything else for you." I took a deep breath and popped a piece of candy in my mouth, trying to calm the storm of emotions that had been building up inside. With a nod from Flynn, security quickly escorted Heath and Winona out of the bridal store. I assumed this would be the last time I'd have to deal with them.

Photos and videos, bringing me up to speed on everything I’ve missed in the past month. I settle down to watch it all. The bullet was ladled with wolfsbane.

click. The sound of the empty chambers echoed in the vast factory, a countdown to death. Then, I threw the gun at Isabella's feet. "Your turn," I said, my voice devoid of heat. "Six chambers. Three bullets. Let's make it fair." "No! Dante! Please!" Isabella completely broke down, collapsing to her knees, snot and tears streaming down her face. "I was wrong! I was so wrong! Don't..." "Pick it up." My voice was devoid of any warmth. "Or I'll make your father, your brother, every man in your family, play along with you."

TAKEN two Allen jam the door of his room in outrage. He knew what he was upset about but he didnt know how, what or who to pass his anger on. He also didnt know if he should take the blame. He was tempted too long. Too long. In the same house. He felt guilty. He had touched her. Touched Stella. His brother's wife!

“Six…” She holds her hand in front of him. “Five…”. She pleaded, “Please Ryan…Don’t!!!...”. “Four…”. Her eyes widened. “Three…”. She takes a step forward. “Two…”. She holds him. “One…”. She pushed him aside. …!!!!.BANG!!!... A gunshot echoed in the surrounding. When Ryan turns to look at Tara, he gets numb. She was covered in blood. Tara takes a bullet on herself… To save her Ruthless Rockstar…! ***************************

Not one. He took another step closer to the guy and said louder this time, while his crazy smile got wider, “I said f*cking shoot me!!” Startled and incredibly scared, Harry pulled the trigger, and the bullet was released from the weapon, going straight into the guy’s chest. Blood even splattered when the impact was made, and he watched the guy almost fall to the ground in pain as he clutched his chest.

AURELIAN POV: I took a step closer to the scarred man. He was still holding the gun. His hand was shaking. He raised it again and pulled the trigger. The bullet left the barrel and I felt it hit my chest, but I didn't stop. I kept walking.

I said. Sprinting to the bathroom, I grabbed my emergency kit. I cut his shirt open with scissors. There was a lot of blood on his torso. I tried to repress my fear and turned my brain off for any other thoughts in order to let my instincts take over. My hands moved swiftly, swabbing the area and ignoring his faint groan. The only light was from my windows. The bullet hadn’t exited. “Of course not,” I breathed and focused once more. I’d never done a removal except in one simulation before but I knew I had to risk it.

"The bullet was dead center. Tell me the truth, right now." He met her gaze, his expression solemn. "It wasn't a miracle, baby girl. It was a plan. Corsini's gun... it was loaded with a rubber bullet. A stunt. Grandpa Lucky and I made sure of it. The impact hit the blood pack I taped to my chest. It was all a performance."

“Uh, yeah.” She sucks in a stunned breath. “Really?” “I mean, no.” I shake my head hard, trying to focus. “Sorry. No, I don’t get shot at alot.” Her sigh of relief gusts across my back, causing the hair there to stand on end. I stifle a shiver, fighting the urge to turn around and kiss her. “Then what did you mean?” “I’ve taken a bullet before,” I inform her, memories of those dark times threatening to consume me. “Once. Back when I was still in service.”