The Bullet That Missed Novels & Stories

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.

Amy didn’t want to believe it, but she knew a bullet went through her window. The first bullet that entered Amy’s car exited through the driver’s side window after missing her head by an inch. The bullet breezed through Amy’s short blonde hair before exiting through her driver’s side window. She looked around to see the soldier shooting at her. The man stuck his bulky tattooed arm out of the driver-side window of his muscle car, unloading his 9-millimeter pistol into Amy’s BMW.

The machine clicks, capturing images to check for further internal damage. The bullet caused some significant damage. It tore through muscle tissue, causing extensive bleeding and bruising around the entry point. Luckily, it missed any major arteries, which prevents immediate life-threatening blood loss. There’s a noticeable tear in the flesh that Doctor Grey carefully examines to determine the extent of muscle impairment. Upon reaching the internal organs, the bullet narrowly avoided the lungs, sparing them from direct harm. However, it created a painful shockwave effect that slightly bruised one of the lungs, likely to cause difficulty in breathing for a short duration.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please, God,” I whispered. “Just let her live. Just let her live. I’ll fix the rest. I swear, I’ll fix everything.” Time folded in on itself. Minutes dragged into an hour, then another until she finally returned. Dr. Hamidi walked toward us, her coat wrinkled, gloves pulled off, her brows slightly furrowed. We all stood at once. She glanced at her clipboard. “Mr. Romano—the male patient. The bullet missed his organs, but he lost a lot of blood. He’s under sedation. We’re monitoring his vitals, but…” she hesitated.

But definitely not by missed shots. If I wanted to go back to killing, I would do the whole thing with dignity. But almost hitting Adrian wasn't the most annoying part —missing my target was. “Hey!” Adrian walked over. “I know playing fair has never been part of the rules, but can we squeeze in a little dignity.” I clocked the gun. “I never miss, Adrian. And you know that.” I looked up at him. “It was just...a slip.” “It was my fault,” Michelle stepped forward. “A spider crawled under my skin and I got scared.”

Every drop blood in my body was frozen, my stomach tightened, and my grip on the trigger tightened even more as I delivered yet another bullet right into Quinn’s forehead before the gun slipped from my hand. What did I do wrong? Why wasn’t he dead? I made sure I didn’t miss a vital point— Fuck! No! My mind drifted to the moment I was about to shoot back when we were in the warehouse, I’d caught a glimpse of Maeve, and she’d been so weak that she looked like she was about to fall. At that moment… so that I could get to her before she falls, I’d missed. I thought I shot Quinn right through the heart, but I’d missed.

Bang! A loud sound of a gun almost made him deaf but he didn’t blink. His eyes were focused on their moving target. Unluckily, the man missed. Damon moved a little closer to the right, missing the bullet. He spared a quick look at Harper who was shaken by the second shot. She was covering her mouth with her both hands.

Sean adjusted the gun to his taste and then removed the safety catch and I knew he was about to take the shot. He took the shot and I held my breath, expecting to fall any instance but I remained standing and wondered why. I opened my eyes to see alit of our spectators release the breath they had been holding. What had gone wrong, I wondered. I had been so sure, Sean would hit his mark. The silver bullet was lying on the floor. 'You failed', I said, matter of factly. 'Mt turn!'

Every muscle in my body coiled so tightly I thought I might snap. I could feel time slipping away. If he walked out that door with her, I might never see her again. No. I wouldn’t let that happen. I just needed one opening. One second. Then, it happened. Evan hesitated. For a fraction of a second, his grip on Elena shifted. It was enough. I moved. I slammed into him, hard, just as his finger jerked on the trigger. The gun went off. The bullet missed. We crashed into the door. I heard Elena fall. Heard her sharp intake of breath as she hit the floor. I saw Evan stumble, momentarily off balance.

My aim wavered but I'm pretty sure I can hit Eric precisely where he won't be able to move. “I don’t want to,” he said, his voice breaking. “But I don’t have a choice.” For a moment, it felt like there was still a chance, like he might lower his weapon and this nightmare could end without bloodshed. But then a sharp, searing pain shot through my arm as a stray bullet grazed me, throwing off my aim. Accidentally, I fired a bullet when I clenched my hands due to the pain from another stray bullet. The shot I fired struck Eric square in the forehead.