Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

As he zoomed past Anya, she heard it for the first time; “God help me, I will tear him limb to limb.” It was Vincent's thought. Shocked, she stood still to see if anyone else noticed. No one did. Better still, every wolf was trying to run away from the melting bullet. That’s what the hunters' ammunition was called. It is a type of bullet that goes by its name. It goes in and melt you inside out within minutes. There is no cure for it. And that is the same bullet that may hit Vincent if he doesn't turn back. “Will you stop?” Yelled Anya in her thought.

I chastised, dropping to my knees beside him and swatting his hand away from the bullet wound, "I need to take the bullet out. It's silver dipped in wolfsbane. It will kill you but it wouldn't have killed me. You should have let him shoot me." "So what?" Quade rasped, pressing his hand over his abdomen, "you wanted me dead anyway." "No, you fool!" I pried his hand away and plunged my fingers into the wound. It was warm, mushy, and very gross but I had to find that bullet. A scream that had been mixed with a growl had the walls of the bunker vibrating, "shit," I cursed, "look, I wasn't going to kill you. I just wanted you to hear the truth," I said in an attempt to distract him, "And then I w

looking at the bag full of money “It’s just a starting price” and he came near me and hold my hand. “Trembling? I do worst on my first time; I missed the first bullet and took me three shot before I got a man down. You are indeed better than I,” while rubbing my hands with him. “Listen Kate, this job may seem not humane to you, but who is being humane now a day? We are not paid to kill innocent people. We kill bad ones.”

She rushed to Adrian, catching him as he stumbled slightly. “Adrian! Are you hit?! Are you okay?!” she cried, frantically checking his body. Adrian grunted, rubbing his chest where the bullet hit. “Vest… took it. Just… wind knocked out.” He looked down at her, forcing a weak smile. “Told you… I’d take every bullet for you.” “Oh my god,” she sobbed, burying her face in his chest, relief washing over her like a wave. “I thought I lost you.”

Thankfully, I listened to Hurricane's advice and changed every single car in my fleet to custom made, bullet proof brands. Tariq's voice comes over the speakers, "Get in formation! Everyone, get in formation! We're backfiring in five seconds." I stare at the gun in my passengers' seat, and memories of blood and death assail me. I haven't touched one of those since I left that life behind. But my woman lies unconscious in there. Anger tightens my veins. Heads must roll. I pick up the gun and pull the safety. "...two…one…fire!"

The rest of his guys followed suit. I drew the tiny gun from my pocket, pressed it to the exposed knob of his spine at the back of his neck, and fired. The little bullet sank through his spinal cord, into his throat, and he crumpled. I dropped with him, like the police had hit me, and snagged Tony’s .45 from his limp fingers. Bullets rained around me, and we needed to end this before any of the women got hurt. I smiled at the sixteen-year-old whose eye I’d caught leapt to my feet.

It seemed to be a first aid kit. I felt like palming myself in the face as I realized that he probably just wanted me to help him with his wound. But then, I have no idea how to take a bullet out. "Um, am I supposed to help take it out?" I asked as gently as possible. "Just get over here, or you'll be the next person with a bullet stuck inside you." He replied grumpily. I quickly rushed to his side with the box; I knelt beside him on the bed, trembling as I opened the box.

He grabs the guy's jacket and fastens it around me, what is he doing? "I have a vest on under the clothes, Bullet one hit me, and I fell down from the pain, not the same as getting shot but it will still hurt, Bullet two hit him. Your DNA is all over his jacket from you two fighting, now the proof he shot the gun is on his jacket." Is he crazy? I stand staring at him.

I pushed the gun to the center of the table, my voice as light as a ghost's. "Only one chamber left." "Killian. Are you going to take the bullet for her, or let her face it herself?"

If I knew it would take a bullet for her to show me these emotions, I would’ve done that sooner. “We need to go.” I hissed through my teeth, the bullet in my stomach burning deep inside my flesh. This bitch hurt like shit. Exhaling a groan, I pushed myself up off the ground, surprised once more when Rara started moving toward me. She grabbed onto my arm and tried to help me up, even if I was fucking shot in the abdomen and the glass was penetrating through my arm, I was still able to hold myself. But when her soft trembling hands grabbed her, I let myself sink into her warmth.