This Time Maybe I'll Be Bulletproof Novels & Stories

“Don’t panic. I already know that.” “What? then why you ask me,” I yelled. “I want answers from you. I should know that I got better hearing power than you and others. I also know about the video you got from the café.” “You do? Yes, I got that and I can’t understand whether the bullet passed you or bounced off or whatever. It’s confusing me” “Calm down, the bullet is not powerful enough. I won’t even consider it as a bullet. We are more powerful than the people from here. It’s like a rubber-like thing to us.so It neither touched nor passed me. It’s dissolved. Is your doubt clear?”

Johnny's clothes were streaked with dirt from travel. He walked toward me slowly, his sorrow etched into every step. But as he approached, my mind flashed to my last moments in my past life—when he'd come at me with a knife. Without thinking, I took a step back. This time, he simply reached out and patted my head. "I heard the livestream about finding Ben on the way here. Even after everything he's put you through, you still did all that. You've done more than enough."

Brock said again when Allen began to amble close to him dangerously. “SHE. IS. NOT. COMING. WITH. YOU.” Allen warned each word punctuated by a stab of his index fingers in the heaving chest of Brock. “I don't care who your boss is, but you should know your job Is to protect. You can do your protecting from behind.” he informed him and Brock's eyes widened a little at his courage before he pulled the restraint on it. “What if she gets shot?” Brock asked. “My car is bullet proof so she is as safe as she could ever be.” he informed Brock who nodded in submission.

"Let's see if it was all worth it." "You don't have..." "Whoever's behind this shot at us. If it wasn't for the bullet proof windows we would be dead." I should be cowering away in fear but I'm not. I'm tired of living in fear. Right now, I'm angry. I'm a scorned woman.

At the product launch, I stood on stage and gave my speech. "Violence is never your fault. You don't need to wait for a confession from your abuser. You must believe that every step you take through darkness becomes a stepping stone on your road to success. Believe that you are your own light…!" Reading the countless comments from children who had been encouraged by my story, I saw my younger self in every one of them. I truly believed they would be just like me. They wouldn't wait for pity or sympathy from anyone. Instead, they would learn to stand tall and walk, step by step, toward their own future. No longer would they allow themselves to be trampled—not this time. It wasn't the end, but

I told her even though I wasn't so sure. I have no idea how my life is going to be and I can't guarantee how many days I will survive but I promise this time I won't let myself get wrong. This time I will make sure to protect myself and it's going to start tonight.

We were in a huge RV, what good could they do to this car? They drew out their guns, okay, they seemed prepared. But not as prepared as Jayde. When we first got onto this RV, I checked everything. This RV looked like a regular vehicle, but all the walls and glass were bullet proof. Jayde knew what he was getting into, so he didn't hesitate on modeling the RV. Even if they had silver bullet, there was no way they could break in.

Maggie rolled her eyes when she saw me approaching and took another drag from her cigarette. "What's the matter, Maggie?" I asked her, concerned. "You're the matter, Steve," she snapped, pointing at my chest, "I thought you got shot and I was freaked out." Matthew just stood there, silently watching us, and chuckled. "Wait, what? How did I not get shot?!" I exclaimed in confusion. "Relax, buddy. You were wearing a bulletproof vest. Remember when we got out of the jet? I gave it to you, but you were so mad that you didn't even listen to me. Luckily, the vest saved your life," Matthew explained calmly.

It was entirely encased in steel plates with glass as thick as bricks. "Here's the… bulletproof vehicle you wanted," Gabriel said, his tone laced with a profound sense of exhaustion. "I have no idea who you're trying to defend against, but if you're going to play this game, you might as well go all out." I rushed forward and threw my arms around him, wiping my tears and nose right onto his bespoke suit. "Honey! You're the best! When the zombies get here, I've got your back. Anyone tries to bite you, I'll blow their brains out!"

James taps my shoulder, "You sure you want to do this, young man?" He speaks to me not as his boss and driver but as an elderly caring for my safety. "I'll be fine, James," I say that not because there's no fear in me, but because I want to be safe. I have to be safe. I need to be safe. I keep repeating and manifesting these words. Mark is putting some wiring in me for monitoring. Making sure my bulletproof vest is intact. Taking deep breaths one at a time, glad I do yoga. I managed to calm my nerves, channeling that inner peace within me.