Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

I glanced at him impressed, pissed, proud all at once. The fight ended fast. Five bodies down. Enzo’s team cleared the back. We grabbed the product crates of guns and cash as proof. As we exfilled, sirens wailed in the distance. Back in the SUV, adrenaline still buzzing, I turned to Alessio. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights. “You shot him,” I said. “In the leg,” he replied. “Non-lethal. He’ll live to tell the story.” I studied him. No shake in his hands. No panic in his eyes. Just… resolve.

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His eyes reddened even more. He suddenly raised his head, slammed the door, and shouted, "Why? We were husband and wife back then! It's been 10 years! We've been married for 10 years! We've supported each other through hell! Have you never loved me?" I raised my head and locked gazes with Thomas. There was no hate or longing in my eyes, only lucidness and weariness. "Of course, I love you. I always have. That's why I took the bullet that was aimed at your heart for you. Even when the doctor said that the bullet had damaged my womb and that I could never be a mother, I still didn't regret doing so."

“No! No! No! I won’t kill my baby for all the money in the world. Does that answer you, Mrs. Adamos?” Calista stood extremely still. There was nothing in her face, nothing at all. Then she turned and left the room. Behind her, Cheryl laid there, trembling, her hand curving around her abdomen, trying not to throw up.

After I Took Three Bullets For Him, He Said He Was Just My Uncle I took three bullets for Don Lorenzo Moretti, the man I called my uncle. The last one nearly killed me. Only then did the family elders agree to name me Donna. But in the two weeks I lay unconscious, Lorenzo announced his engagement to Ava, the daughter of a family benefactor. The Rocci, my family, lost its power when I was ten. Ever since Lorenzo, a close friend of my father's, brought me to the Moretti estate, I was certain he would one day be my husband, despite our age gap. He always told me to find men my own age, but I just let it go. In my previous life, I crashed their engagement party, a decision that led to a

No, to be precise, it was aimed at me. Time seemed to stand still. I saw the bullet leave the barrel, cutting through the air, flying toward me. Death was so close. But I wasn't afraid. I was almost looking forward to it. This was fine. We could die together, and go to hell together. But just as the bullet was about to hit me, Alex moved. He threw himself in front of me. He used his body as a shield. Thump. The bullet pierced his chest. Blood instantly bloomed on his white shirt.

Every whisper felt like it was aimed at me. I keep my head down pretending to focus on the lesson but their words are getting to me “She’s dead tomorrow" “The new guy doesn’t know what he has gotten himself into” “The final bell rang, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Students poured into the hallway, I packed my bags with my head down and waited till everyone left the class. “Maybe if I leave quickly, Leon will not see me” Just as I stepped into the hallway……. “Leaving without me”

After several battling, I remove the bullet. Damn , I've never seen a bullet before. This one is tiny and weird. I drop the bullet on the counter and clean his wound with alcohol. He watches every single move of mine and I'm uncomfortable. I treat the wound and stitch it and bandage his arm. I put the instruments back inside the first aid kit and wash my hands. I'm still angry at him. I don't even know when this will ever stop. Each time we step out , we're always supposed to be vigilant because of some psychotic assholes who won't leave me alone. Or probably us alone.

CANNON “FUCK! ELIMINATE HIM, do whatever the fuck it takes because I get to the motherfucker before you guys do, believe me I’ll take him down. Permanently” With one arm or not. I heard Holy groan at the end of the line and the urge to thunder at him at what he was mad about crossed my mind. Ooh you were mad? I’m the one who ate a fucking bullet because I didn’t see the asshole coming.

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.