The Bullet That Missed Novels & Stories

My mind had conjured so many episodes of this, except accepting the reality of what was happening. It wasn't until Quinn actually tossed his first victim away like a rag doll, the man already hoarse from screaming and crying, now only grunting from pain, clutching his severed shoulder; that I knew he wasn't hurt. The bullet had missed Quinn- thank goodness and lodged itself in the tree behind him. Now Quinn's next prey, both stood at a face off, a good distance from each other. I wagered with such a fair distance between them, luck wouldn't repeat itself twice.

The veins of his neck stood out as he did so. Glancing back to Adrian, Monet raised his gun for the second time. Ready to shoot again. My heart lurched in my chest, eyes widened in horror. "No! Don't!" But my desperate shout went ignored as his finger curled around the trigger. "No!" As he was about to pull the trigger, a hand wrapped around his wrist before it pushed Monet's hand upwards. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed across the ambience again. But this time, the bullet missed Adrian with a narrow point.

Only when the gunfire finally faded did silence return. Far behind them, Vincent stood amid the aftermath, jaw clenched, smoke curling around him. The target was gone. The shot missed. And for the first time, someone had slipped through his fingers.

Relief flooded through me so intensely I almost collapsed right there. My knees went weak. "The bullet missed his heart by approximately one inch," the doctor continued. "Just one inch to the right and we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

He stiffened and swiftly turned to look. In the crowd, he spotted the gun that was pointed at him! "Be careful! Get down!" He yelled. At that moment, the man pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed through the crowd and narrowly missed several reporters' ears. They turned as pale as a sheet and stiffened with fright. They obviously had no idea what was happening! Sean pulled Blake down beside him and dodged the bullet. The shot had missed its target. The man's expression changed, and he got ready to pull the trigger again.

in a desperate bid to stop me. It's too late, though. The bullet has already left the barrel, and I can only watch in slow motion as it hurtles towards its target. The sound of the gunshot echoes through the room, and I'm left wondering if I've just made a terrible mistake.

The chains burned his skin, but he barely noticed. With a cruel, calculated smile, Jerry pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot rang in the air, and Grayson’s heart stopped. He let out a low, guttural growl, shaking violently as the chains dug deeper into his skin. His breath was heavy, his muscles trembling with suppressed rage. Jerry laughed, savoring the moment as he watched Grayson struggle. But when Grayson looked over at Evelyn, his fear turned to confusion. The bullet had missed her. Instead, it lodged itself in the tree beside her, the bark splintering from the impact.

"Flynn." "I'm here." Thankfully, I made a different choice. Thankfully, in this life, we didn't miss each other.

When he reaches back with a hand, I make another attempt to wrench myself free. I jump forward to get in front of Brent. At that moment, my father pulls the trigger. His face looks terrified. Afraid he hit me instead of Brent. The bullet misses me by a hair and burrows into Brent's chest. For a moment, I had the hope that my father had missed his heart. That hope is quickly dashed when I see the life disappear from his eyes.

I chuckled a little and said, "Well, you were." "I know. I remember the feeling." I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. Adam suddenly tensed up. He looked as if he had just said something he wasn't supposed to. "Are you hurt?" He asked, changing the subject. "No. I'm fine." "Good." "The bullet missed your heart by a few inches," I said. "Go figure. I pissed off some people by turning down that deal; this was a warning." "What if they try to do worse?"