Taking A Bullet For Someone Novels & Stories

My breath hitched as he stepped closer, forcing me to take a step back. “Why?” Was he being serious right now? “Why? You got shot, that’s why.” I said, my voice shaking slightly. He chuckled, “It won’t be the first time.” “You’ve been shot before?” I was surprised. He nodded, “one time too many.” He spoke so casually about it like it was a daily occurrence. Who exactly was this man? “Is it also common for you to take bullets for people?” I blurted out. His eyes darkened, “I will lay down my life to protect what is important to me.”

To my right, another man raised his weapon, but Kelvin stepped in, shoving the barrel upward just as a shot rang out. A third attacker fired his gun, aiming directly at my chest. I grabbed the guard nearest to me and pulled him into the path of the bullet. The human grunted in pain as the wolfsbane bullet pierced into his own teammate's shoulder. "Watch where you're shooting, idiot!" The fight didn't last two minutes. Before long, every attacker was lying motionless on the pavement—except for the one who had taken the bullet meant for me. He was on the ground, groaning in pain as he clutched his shoulder.

“Long story long: a rival MC gang member ambushed me, Drake and Ice one morning outside the bank for a beat-down we gave his buddy. Ridiculous murder attempt setting, but there it is. Anyway, this guy opened fire on a public street in the middle of the fucking work day, aiming at Ice first. Drake jumped in front of him and took the bullet instead.” Briley turned her eyes to Drake’s astonishing body; she’d noticed the bullet scar on his left shoulder, but she hadn’t asked. Now she touched it gently with her fingertip, cocked her head at him, asking the question. “Yep, that’s it,” Drake confirmed. “That’s the bullet that I took for Ice.”

His fingers caressed the scar just above my shoulder blade for a second too long. "I didn't ask last night," He held my gaze, "Where did you get this scar?" My heart skipped a beat. It was a stupid story that I'd never told anyone, except my family. How do I go about telling people that I took a bullet for a stranger who never cared to look for me or even to know if I was still alive or not? So, no. I wasn't telling my boss that. "I... I don't know. I must have gotten it when I was a child or..." I shrugged.

Fear and uncertainty swirled in my mind, leaving me feeling lost and unsure of what to believe anymore. "It's okay, Em. We'll get to the bottom of this. Don't let it disrupt your new life. If anything, consider it a blessing that you've avoided a disaster," he reassured me, but I couldn't entirely agree. Dodging a bullet implied escaping unscathed, but the truth was far from that. The bullet had hit me, missing my heart by a mere inch. I was still fighting for my life, trying to gather the shattered pieces left behind by Jake's cruel actions. He had deliberately aimed and shot me where it would hurt the most, and recovering from this pain would take nothing short of a miracle.

The gun came up, aiming directly at Darren’s head. Time seemed to slow. I saw Martinez’s finger tighten on the trigger. I saw Darren standing tall and unafraid, chin lifted. He was going to do it—he was going to take a bullet for our people. He was going to become a martyr, the Alpha King who sparked a revolution. But I couldn’t let that happen. “No!” I screamed, jumping in front of him. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the end.

A girl shouted as she pushed me out of the way, and I watched as her eyes widened in surprise before tumbling to the ground. I threw my hand over my mouth as I watched blood seep from her chest. My eyes scanned the now chaotic crowd as I tried to see who did this. I had thought they'd be long gone already, but then I met eyes with her. She had a death scowl on her face as she eyed me through the thin bars of the balcony rails, and then she was gone. A sob broke through my lips as I scurried over to the unknown girl that literally took a bullet for me. I whipped off the thin cardigan I was wearing and pressed it against her wound. I didn't even see her coming. The poor girl was maybe just loo

The one he trusted with his life. “You—” My voice broke again. “He was shot. I don’t— I don’t know what to do.” Noah steadied me. “It’s okay. They’re taking care of him.” “No it’s not! He—he took a bullet for me.” My breathing turned ragged. “He could die because of me.” “If Ethan took a bullet for you,” Noah said, voice low and shockingly gentle, “then you mean a hell of a lot more to him than you think.”

I said through clenched teeth. "Are we really going to do this right now?" He asked me, his body going cool. "I could leave you here to die." "But you wouldn't do it." "And what makes you think so? Look at me Wesley, I'm a motherfucking monster. I almost killed that guy out there!" "But you didn't. And that's because you have a heart. You're human. You aren't going to leave me here to die." Jesus he took a bullet for me...

He's still family, he took us in when others rejected us. "Do it! Or it's going to be you taking the bullet" He emphasized and I flinched, shutting my eyes closed. I pulled the trigger, and a gunshot echoed.