Too Sweet Bullet Club Novels & Stories

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”

He had a cut near his left eye and on the side of his lips. I screamed when Trevor got something behind him. It was a gun. He aimed it at Robbie who was on the ground. "NO!! Don't!" I uttered before I passed out.

Before I can stop myself, I'm dragging Bullet to the dance floor, where a sea of people are dancing to Chris Brown's song. “Hey, Cassie. Seems like you've already drunk too much," Bullet whispered from my ears. He must do it since the music is becoming too loud. It's about 12 a.m. now, and the crowd is going crazy. Yes, even Jill is dirty dancing with a guy right now. I can see her from nearby, and she even winked at me while biting her lip. If something happens to her tonight, I may be unable to meet my commitments to safeguard her. I'm also coping with my own mess. "Hey," Bullet said quietly to me again. His breath is warm and smells like mint. We just drank tequila, so why does his breath

who it is.” I replied. “Buzz is working on it now; we will work out who has her and we will get her back.” Ink said. “It’s got to be another MC club. The night that Tank was shot, we heard all the bikers. There ain’t nobody round here that has access to that many bikes and not be part of a club.” Grizzly pointed out. “Yeah, I agree.” I added. “Ok, so we have the Aces High MC lead by Mace, VP Harlem. Any connections to Nathan?” Ink asked. “Not that we know of Prez. Mace is married, his Old Lady is also a member of the club, they have kids, but they’re young. I will have Buzz look into his family members. Same as Harlem. I can’t see why they would do it though, we’re tight with them. Ok, so w

The place had closed up and healed but the bullet was still inside, I sunk my fingers into the open wound and searched for the bullet. Clenching my teeth, I tried to swallow the scream that threatened to erupt. I hated that it healed before I could even think of taking the bullet out. “Fu.ck!” I cuss as I throw the bullet to the ground in anger. I breathed in and out with my eyes closed. Because tonight is a good night, I will resist the temptation of going back to that club and destroying every one of Lucas's supporters whether they have learned their lesson or not. Strolling into the bathroom naked, I filled the bathtub with warm water along with some roses and scents that would ease my mi

“Let’s talk inside.” She followed me, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Once we were seated, I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “The Black Bullet Clan isn’t just some small-time gang,” I began. “They’re a network of mercenaries and criminals for hire—dangerous, resourceful, and relentless. They’ve been after me for years.” Kelly’s brows furrowed. “Why? What do they want from you?”

"Now, if you fucking love your life and wish to see the sunrise tomorrow, I suggest you quietly use the door. Now!" Instantly, people began to walk out of the door. "Don't try anything stupid." The plan was simple, their target was not going to join the herds of people walking out right now. He would never. The bouncer was still on the ground, groaning in pain. His leg was healing at all. It won't. The bullets were not just laced with silver, they were made out of silver and garlic juice. When almost everyone was out of the club, James turned around and saw a man and a young lady sitting across the counter unbothered by what was happening.

“We own the gym. You’re staying here. Let the club help.” “Put your colors on.” Brute advised. Nodding, she pulled on the cut with the Devil’s Saints patch on the back. Beneath that was a custom patch that read “Sinner’s Daughter” declaring that she was protected by the club, all the chapters. Sinner, his wife and their sons were killed in a drive by shooting. It was the death of the two boys, Matt 5 and Elijah 2, along with the murders of other old ladies and kids that caused the club to quit dealing with hard drugs and guns. Now they were clean. Mostly. As the brothers started to gather in the chapel, Taz went to the kitchen to get a drink. As she refilled her empty water bottle, Riffraff

He was a biker after all, so--- “Sorry to tell you this, Sweetheart,” he said and crossed his arms over his impressive chest. “But this club is clean!” Say---what?!

“Look at her. She's playing with a toy gun.” Another one murmured, which made me smirk. They thought my gun was fake. I don't know what their reactions would be if I shoot them. But I will make the scene so thrilling. “Do you want to try this, Ugly?” I murmured, and the moment I muttered these words, it triggered him. He stepped closer to approach me, but before he could move his feet, I shot his leg. An excruciating scream echoes inside the club, which makes the other customers stunned.