Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

We tiptoed in, only to be met with more chaos. The men were shouting, their guns blazing, and the room was filled with screams and cries. I saw Maggie's worried face and Matthew's angry expression as he fired back at them. But I was frozen, unable to move. I wanted to help but my body wouldn't listen. I knew I had to be strong for Jeremy, but how could I be? I was a bad boy, not a killer. And yet, I had to protect him. I had to do whatever it took to keep him safe. But as the bullet came hurtling towards me, I knew it was too late.

Barely 100 pounds. But don't mistake me. I can and will smash your brains in. Just test me. I have enough muscle to do just that. "It's really good to see you all," I say genuinely. I mean it. These are some of the only people I would be willing to take a bullet for. Or lay my life down for. "You too," says everybody. They look at me with the love of brothers and sisters. Ves grabs my hand and leads me over to a table where we take a seat.

she whispered and took a step forward, and warning shots immediately went up in the air and her smile widened. "Even if today marks the end of my life, I have prepared a gift for you that is coming in a few years, and when it does, I hope it reminds you of me and this memory," she said and before any of them could wrap their head around her words, she sprinted off towards the windows, and a barrage of bullets were pummeled into her body, and right before she toppled off the window, she held Asher's gaze and smiled. The room was broken into a millisecond later, and Liam was thrown into handcuffs.

Disheartened she just prayed that she finds something or the other is in the bedside drawer. When she opened the drawer the first thing that she saw was a gun. Isabella did not even touch it or try to lift it because she had seen enough of thriller movies to know that you could surely get your fingerprints on that and she didn't want anything like that to happen. though she gasped when she saw it for the first time, she scolded herself mentally like what was she expecting in the mafia leaders drawer.

Adrian raised his weapon. His hands were shaking. "Scarlett, please—" "Now!" He fired. The bullet struck me. I fell. The world went dark. I was gone.

Alpha Kyle handed the bullet, wrapped in a thin plastic, to the healer. With a cold smile, the healer stared at the bullet. “This is a blood ritual silver bullet, my Alpha. To get ahold of this powerful silver bullet, the perpetrator must have lost a lot of blood to be able to form such a dangerous weapon against you, my Alpha.” “A blood bullet?” Alpha Kyle’s eyes grew in astonishment. “I’ll have a cleansing tea sent to Beta Logan; that will help him feel more relieved. His wounds will heal faster too if he bonds with his mate.” The healer said.

The space was small, and once they were inside, there was no room left for me. I moved from cover to cover alone as gunfire swept across the street. Then a stray bullet tore toward me. I shut my eyes, muttering, "This is where it ends." Something slammed into me and threw me sideways. When I opened my eyes, Stefan stood between me and the source of the shot. The bullet had struck his abdomen. Blood soaked through his shirt and ran over his hands. I caught him before he could fall, and I could not stop crying. He lifted a hand and wiped my tears.

I think inwardly, silently watching and waiting to see what my little mate was involved in, but for some reason, I just can’t pinpoint her as someone who would be so involved in my world. She was stripping at that club. The small voice in the back of my head says. Reminding me that the place we first met was frequented by the lowest of low. Hell, my being there was a perfect example of that, but even then, something wasn’t sitting right. “These bullets,” the man announces before I can think too hard on it. “Are special grade and can be filled with whatever you desire, and once the needles are released, it will immediately inject your enemy with it.”

he explains, his tone filled with urgency and concern. I take a deep, shuddering breath, considering his words carefully. The gravity of the situation sinks in, and I know he's right. Reluctantly, I nod, steeling myself for the inevitable agony that awaits. "I'll be quick," Nickolas assures me, his voice determined. With a surge of adrenaline, I brace myself as he swiftly sets to work, ripping each bullet from my flesh with ruthless efficiency. The pain is excruciating, tearing through me with every extraction, but I bite back the screams that threaten to escape.

Click! Before he could keep a single step, the silver bullet pierces behind his right knee. He falls the very second and turns to see Aiden. She pulls the trigger again, the bullet makes it’s way in his left thigh. Fear crawls over his body, prickling his skin a faint note of hysteria in his eyes.