Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

And so far, Luther hasn’t disappointed me yet. “Are you sure you will surrender all the bullets to me? You can keep one for yourself for safety purposes since that’s the only bullet that can kill me.”

I bolted out of the room and welcomed the fresh air wuth a deep sigh. Tonight I woukd not think of Makaira. It would ruin me. I would not let my thoughts stray. “Hey Ghost!” Someone called and I snapped out of my thoughts. Bullet was grinning at me with a cigarette popping out from the corner of his mouth. He had his arms extended as he walked towards me, like he wanted to guve me a hug and he was holding out two shopping bags. “How are you Bull?” “I’m great, Mr Sour pants. It’s pay day what do you think?”

"DIE, BRAT! THIS IS PAYBACK FOR ALMOST BLOWING ME UP TO PIECES BACK THEN!" Maurice madly shouted as she joined the group of people firing bullets at the younger teen, except her bullets were provided by the system, capable of corroding any material upon contact. She bought this in case the kid has something underneath his shirt and she was very happy that she did as she imagined her bullets also corroding his flesh! "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Alex educated them and they all listened attentively. “However they ain't immoral and I have the one thing that can cause them permanent harm," he said reaching for his pocket and raising the content up when he retrieved it. “Silver bullet laced with aconite, wolfsbane," he said then handed the bullet to Rhino. “Here, try shooting him with this, instead" he further added. “Okay," Rhino said a bit nervous as he inserted the silver bullet into his pistol and then pointed it at the man There was total silence until...bang! He pulled the trigger and the man fell to the floor only this time he didn't get up, ever!

His smirk widening, Ekral paused for a breath before delivering his answer, “It will never miss. That bullet is only ever destined to hit Chiri Krane.” Feeling his heart drop into his stomach upon hearing this statement, Allen collected his possessions. His partner usually able to parry his attacks without much effort. It was apparent to Allen now that this would be impossible, if he ever chose to use the bullet. Knowing that the artifact would ensure her immediate demise, Allen was more certain in his resolve to never use it as he left the shop.

While hiding, I kept firing at anyone who approached Zac. When will he wake up? My bullets are almost gone. This is my last bullet, and I decided to fire it at Zac. He needs to wake up. He's spacing out again and not himself. How much bullet does he have left? I aimed the baby Armalite at the gun in his hand. "Hey, ugly! Wake up, this is my last bullet. Are you going to let me die?" I said as I fired at him. And he did wake up! But now I'm out of bullets.

I asked curiously. “You don’t need to know them. You will not need that information in your afterlife. Bye, bitch!” she growled, and the next thing I heard was the devastating sound of the gunshot. I closed my eyes shut, waiting to meet my demise, waiting for the pain that would run through me at the impact of the bullet. But none came. Instead, I heard a loud groan. I opened my eyes to see that Theodore had jumped in front of me, taking the bullet for me.

I tell him, and he chuckles. “My God… we are… going to need all day…” he says, and I chuckle. That’s the perfect distraction. “I’m listening,” I say as I carefully reach for the bullet. He tenses, feeling the pain. “You are perfect… eyes... your soul… no man wouldn’t… fall in love with you… I think… I… fell in… love… with you… the…” I carefully pull out the bullet, and he cries in pain, his body shaking. Tears blur my vision, but I force myself to stay focused. I sigh in relief and place the bullet on top of the cotton ball I had set aside.

That bullet was the only good thing that happened tonight. Through my closed eyes, the sound of Stella's sobs intensified, turning into ragged, desperate cries. It was music. My men immediately swarmed us, efficient and silent, and quickly got us into the car. The ride home felt strangely sweet, a perverse kind of paradise. Stella was pressed against me, her small hands frantic, pressing down on the bullet wound with a force that was probably useless but fiercely devoted.

Yes, that woman is my mother. "I guess I really need to go now, Bullet. I had a meeting that I needed to attend,” I told him as I gathered all of my possessions. After a long gaze, he surprised me with his next move. "You only used me, and now that you have all of me, you will leave me alone… I will hunger for your touch... like a waste that was thrown into the trash can without notice." Bullet is pretending to cry. He is terrible at it, I must admit. You can't have everything, I suppose.