Taking A Bullet For Someone Novels & Stories

Before I can turn around to see who is telling me to watch out, one of my guys jumps in front of me and takes the bullet for me. Natalie walks towards me with a smirk on her face and she smiles wickedly. " At least you have people who care for you, someone just took a bullet for you but I don't think your little bitch will do that for you, anyways she's already dead as we're talking now" I laugh despite the situation I'm in,she doesn't know Nicole is already at the hospital.

Rose came out from nowhere and jumped in front of me before I could even look at her face. I panicked. The bullet had already been fired, slicing through the air, carefully aimed at my heart. I saw the blood on my chest—thick and red and I thought that I’d been hit. Except that it wasn’t mine. Rose had taken the bullet for me without hesitation. She thought that it was okay but sacrificing herself for me wasn’t funny at all. I didn’t need her to be close to me at the expense of her life. I’d managed my life alone to avoid having someone else death in my conscience.

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.

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

It was Uncle Henry who answered me, "Approximately three bullets were removed from his body." "But...... But....." I cut myself off and I remembered, I remembered everything and I remembered that I took the shot for him! "But I took the bullet for him! I knew that they would want to kill him, so I took the bullet for him. I'm sure I did." Each word of mine had its raise of tears.

He took some men with him and the others stayed, devoted to Bullet and Vincent. Although Vincent later left. “ You don't run away to fight another day, Vincent. You stay and die fighting if need be. It would be better dying a hero than run away and be tagged a coward.” Bullet would always say that when they were training. And now he's gone... He wouldn't rest till Ava or Nathan was down. He wrapped the gun with a clean cloth and placed it underneath his clothes in the luggage. He would be able to get past security checks without being caught. He had a friend who would help him.

Dolores is screaming, throwing insults at Eleanor, hurling accusations and venom in every direction. “She took a bullet for him.” The whisper travels to me, carried on the wind, but it strikes me like a thunderclap. Hot tears sting my eyes as the words sink in. She took a bullet for me. For me. It's the most insane, most selfless thing she's ever done, and I can't believe it. She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have put herself in harm's way for me. I've hurt her so many times, and yet here she is, taking a bullet meant for me. She shouldn’t have gotten in the way. She shouldn’t have.

Edward gently stroked her hair with one hand and slowly said, "You and I are the same. We're sensitive, and because of this, we get ourselves hurt. I've put my life on the line for him so many times and never regretted it. “If it weren't for the fact that he used me as a shield for the bullet, I wouldn't have believed that he was this type of person. Look! Look at this!" He suddenly shoved her away forcefully and pointed at the scar left by the bullet hole. "This is where the bullet hit me! It's here! "There are countless scars on my body, but this is the one he left when he pushed me with his bare hands to take the bullet for him! People are selfish in the face of life and death. Can't you

But he always had a particular way of caring for me; he always taught me how to face dangerous situations, overcome difficulties alone without him, and be a fighter and strong soldier. "The bullet he used is a special bullet; when pinned to the target, their head will automatically explode. From the outside, the wound is just a small hole, but the extent of the damage inside is huge." Brian calmly raised his voice as if the injured person wasn't him. "To stop bleeding, the first thing is to be calm; the more you panic, the easier it will be to fail."

He was firing back and his body moved like a machine. Lev had always been loyal, but what happened next shocked me. As I took cover behind another crate, I heard the loud crack of a bullet hitting flesh. Lev let out a grunt, his body jerking forward, but he didn’t fall. He kept moving, kept firing. “Lev!” I shouted again, but he didn’t stop. He was taking bullets for me. Damn it. I felt something stir in my chest—a mixture of admiration and frustration. He shouldn’t be taking the bullets for me. It was my job to protect him, not the other way around.