The Bullet That Missed Novels & Stories

Frank showed her the bullet, which was the size of an entire finger, leaving her heart pounding. If Frank was not powerful enough to catch bullets, she would be dead! "Thank you so much…" She heaved. "That would have torn me in half if not for you." Frank nodded. "You're right about that. This bullet is used for anti-material rifles—even a car would blow up from that!" He then turned to Jada and the Ghostly Six, ordering them to protect Myra and Janice before leaping out of the window, crashing through the glance. The black-clad man on a distant rooftop was furious to see that his bullet had missed. Convinced that Frank was just lucky to catch it, he stayed and took aim again, firing at Fran

Seff held in his laughter as his hand rested on my shoulder. "You only have four tries left. Are you sure you can hit three? you know, you can always rely on me at times like these." "Shut up!" I hissed. Something's definitely wrong. I have never failed in projecting a perfect aim no matter what weapon I use, the trajectory of the pellet should be the same as a real bullet, so why did it miss when I shot in such a perfect stance? There's just no way... Maybe my hand moved a little because of the wind, I thought.

KATERINA She missed. Whitney missed the shot by one tiny inch and just as she aimed to shoot the second time, a stick slammed into her head from the back. The gun dropped from her hand and fell with a clatter to the ground. I saw the moment that the blood started to drip down from the side of her head and her eyes drooped almost shut.

Somehow, even in my unconsciousness, I had known the truth but I still wanted to hear it loud and clear “He is really gone, isn’t he?” Adrian looked away from Harper and looked at me. “He is,” He said, confirming any doubts I had and I closed my eyes. I already knew. But hearing it made it final. “The bullet was laced with lead, and it was aimed directly at his heart, but it missed slightly. We would have been able to do something if the bullet hadn't been laced with lead. It killed him faster,” he said, and I opened my eyes.

“If there is anyone who needs an explanation or is willing to talk to you, I get to call the shots, not you.” While I was still in a fierce argument with Marshall and the skillful lady was behind me, Bullet quickly hit Marshall with a kick on his injured leg. Realizing that if we wanted to live, I should follow Bullet's move. I threw a punch right at the lady's jaw and we escaped from the room using the same way we sneaked in. Yes, this is another failed mission. “What do you think will be our fate this time around?” Bullet asked while she stepped more on the car's accelerator.

My grip tightened on the gun as I squared my shoulders and prepared to fire again. Bang! Two in a row. My heart swelled with cautious pride and determination. But on the third attempt— Bang! The bullet landed just outside the bull’s-eye, and my hope deflated like a popped balloon. My chest tightened as frustration surged again. I set the gun down, leaning against the table as I tried to catch my breath. My body screamed for rest, my arms felt like lead, and my legs wobbled beneath me. But I refused to give up. I lost track of how many times I raised the gun, fired, and missed. The hours blurred into a haze of exhaustion and disappointment. Each miss chipped away at my resolve, but I kept goi

Raised the gun and fired in the same motion. The bullet punched through glass. The vial shattered midair, and holy water erupted in a fine mist between us. He had no choice but to move. I aimed past the mist and pulled the trigger. A click. No round. A feint. He vanished. Reappeared four meters to the right, clear of the water. Exactly where I'd expected. I fired for real. He twisted sideways. Almost fast enough. The silver bullet grazed the outside of his right shoulder, tearing through fabric and skin.

I walked to him. "How is she?! " I asked desperately. He put his hand on my shoulder and nodded. "She is out of danger.. The bullet actually touched past her ribs. The aim missed. . So she is fine and will be unconscious for now. " I sighed in relief.. She is fine.. But what felt weird was that the aim missed. Mirabella missing an aim? I am glad that it missed, but it isn't like Mirabella. "Mirabella never misses a shot. " Ezaikel said from behind and I rolled my eyes.. It hurts that it's my own sister who hurt her. I saw it from my own eyes.

“Do it.” Andrea positioned herself closer. “This is going to hurt.” “I know.” “Then hold on tight.” I gripped the edge of the sofa with my good hand. Andrea worked carefully, removing the bullet before placing it into a small metal tray. “There,” she said. My eyes briefly moved to the tray. Andrea examined the wound again. “You're lucky.” I raised my head to look at her eyes. “The bullet missed the major tissues and muscles.” “I've had worse.” “ And I'm the one who keeps stitching you up.”

If he'll not open his mouth in the next 5 min then I'm in and I'll take control over. "Fine.Seems like he doesn't love you woman. I want her to be awake and Junaibar watch as she does painfully." And with that, her men dumped a bucket of hot steamy water over the Junaibar's bitch. The blood mixed with water flowed like a red shower. Soon the bitch started sobbing hard trying to reach out to her lover. Still no response. Sighing, she fired at the lady's left leg and started pouring hot water down onto the bullet wound slicing it with just hot drizzling water. Merciless.