The Bullet That Missed Novels & Stories

"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?"

The hunters fire. Not simultaneously. Staggered. Precise. Silver tears through air. I do not raise my hand. I do not speak. I do not glow. I simply adjust perception. The bullets do not vanish. They simply miss. By inches. By degrees. By the smallest margin required to maintain illusion. Concrete shatters behind us. Metal sparks. But neither of us falls. The hunters freeze. Confusion fractures their rhythm. They adjust again. Faster this time. One pulls something from his belt.

If this was the end, he was taking Vincent with him. Moving with quiet precision, Bullet slipped from behind the desk, his gun already raised. His finger curled around the trigger, aiming directly at Vincent’s heart. A deafening bang rang out. Bullet gasped, his body jerking violently as pain tore through his shoulder. The gun flew from his grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground. He staggered, his legs nearly giving out beneath him. Bianchi stood a few feet away, gun still smoking, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. His dark eyes gleamed with pure malice.

The exact lady that had walked passed them a while ago was running for her life. " What the hell?!" Steve said. The gunshot came again. Steve and Mike were startled. Agent Helen threw herself onto the floor in a bid to dodge the attack of the enemy. The bullet missed the target for the third time. But fortunately for it, it did not miss completely. Agent Helen slid through the floor, forcefully colliding with the rigid stature of Steve and knocking him off balance. A loud cry was heard. Mike looked . One of the civilians had been injured. The bullet that missed its target got a new one. The man fell on the floor. The confusion in the place increased its pace.

Adam stood immediately, worry etched into every line on his face. “Is she going to be okay?” Adam asked, voice strained. The doctor gave a small nod, then smiled gently. “Yes, she will be. The bullet missed all vital organs by mere centimeters. It grazed her, but there’s no lasting damage.” Relief exploded through the room like sunlight after a storm. Mom started to cry, clutching my hand as if she might never let go. Bryce and Michael exchanged looks, their shoulders relaxing for the first time in days. Josh gave Adam a reassuring nod.

“ They're still operating on her…” “ Is there no one to ask…anyone?” He flounced before I could hold him back. Moments later, he returned. “ She will live. They say that the bullet missed her heart by an inch,” he said and exhaled. I heaved a sigh. Somehow, it didn't just build my hope, restoring life to my veins, it had turned the heat up. “ Someone targeted her. Very unlikely that they had me in mind when they ordered that shot, and pulled the trigger.”

Is this o much? He waited for a scream, but he heard none; after three seconds, he opened his eyes only to see the lady with her hair covering her face. The bullet had cut through her hairband and pieced through the board target. Turning to look at Liam, he saw him dropping the gun and. It would have been tragic if he had aimed lower. Kate exhaled a breath she didn't know that she was holding; she raised her hand to touch her head, but she felt no pain. He must be very good at shooting to miss her skull so narrowly.

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.