Too Sweet Bullet Club Novels & Stories

Suddenly my study room door banged opened and my best friend Maddox walked in with a huge smile on his face. “good afternoon my best friend” he said making himself comfortable on my couch. I looked up at him and let out a chuckle “what brings you here Maddox” I said and he looked up at me with a smirk.” Well you see Ares, I heard there’s a new club that opened and I would really like my best friend / wingman to join me” he replied, I gave him a look that screamed are you fucking serious and he just chuckled as he stood up and walked towards me.

As she slowly opened her eyes to look at us, we could see the pain etched on her face. It was then that the realization hit me, she was in this condition because of me. The bullet that had struck her was meant for me, but instead, the great actress was now lying on the bed fighting for her life. "Baby, are you okay? Do you feel pain?" Toby asked, his voice filled with concern. River's voice was rough as she replied, "I...am fine." Maggie moved closer to River and asked, "River, are you okay?" River simply nodded her head, but she smiled when she looked at me. Slowly, I walked towards her and hugged her, careful not to hurt her.

SB took out a small black box containing bullets with the initials D and handed it to the shop owner. "This bullet is made by you, right?" "I know you are the only one trusted by the Mafia Bosses in the Black Market to make bullets for them with the initials, Spencer." That older man named Spencer looked at SB and corrected the glasses hanging at his nose. "Because you already know my name, I will not exchange pleasantries with you young man." "This bullet is made by me." "But, I can not tell you the identity of my customer." Spencer handed the bullet back to SB.

"I've been obsessed with you since freshman year, Oakley. I bullied you because I was confused. I still am" "I didn't know what to do with it. I'm not even gay. Fuck I'm not even straight. The only thing in the last four years that's gotten me hard, was you. The only thing I cared about was you. I was shitty, I was so shitty. I was confused, and my dad- that doesn't matter, but I took it out on you. I should have never done that. I was immature... childish. All of it. But I'm sorry Oakley. I'm so sorry"

I asked. "Mm, but that's not the whole issue.... that night.. we were drunk." I silently gasped. Bright was telling me about his painful past, the same thing which he kept on hiding from me because he had no courage to say it. Though it was paining him I wanted to know about him, I wanted to give him the comfort he yearned for and heal him. "Actually.. it was Tu, her name is Tu. It's her eighteenth birthday that day, I can clearly remember she asked me to bring alcohol saying she wanted to try them for the first time.. she had a really strict brother so we had to do it secretly."

I think inwardly, silently watching and waiting to see what my little mate was involved in, but for some reason, I just can’t pinpoint her as someone who would be so involved in my world. She was stripping at that club. The small voice in the back of my head says. Reminding me that the place we first met was frequented by the lowest of low. Hell, my being there was a perfect example of that, but even then, something wasn’t sitting right. “These bullets,” the man announces before I can think too hard on it. “Are special grade and can be filled with whatever you desire, and once the needles are released, it will immediately inject your enemy with it.”

I looked at Chris. “Come on! Act like a mafia’s son.” He gave me a ‘are you serious?’ look. “Okay, act like your mafia brother-in-law then.” I said and smiled as he smirked and we both loaded our guns. “It’s a restricted area; you can’t enter the penthouse because it a private pro-per…” I shot him before he could continue saying time wasting things. “Woah, woah, woah at least you could’ve let him complete his sentence.” He said in sarcastic tone and then another man came towards us. This time Chris shot him. “Headshot!” he shouted in excitement. “I knew you had it in yourself.” I complimented him.

Luke’s POV The bullet hit the motherfucker in the back, and I saw how he paused in his steps when the bullet hit him. This was the back of the club. There was no CCTV, no surveillance of anything. There were so many crimes committed here, and people always got away with the crime. With this, I knew my own would not be different. Kingsley clutched his hand to his stomach. The bullet penetrated him and made him feel like he could stop the bleeding while he staggered back, and blood was spilling from his mouth.

"how the fuck did he get here without the car", I asked myself. The next thing I heard was gunshots, I looked and saw the driver dead as blood filled the ground. The crowd screamed in happiness, "what species of humans are these, why on Earth will you be happy for the death of someone?". I walked into the club and saw him having a nice time at the VIP session, the speakers were booming hard as people danced and drank. For the first time in my life, I walked into a club without the intention of killing anyone. I walked towards the bartender to ask for some shots of whiskey, in a bit to relieve myself. "Miss what do you need?", he asked. "A bottle of whiskey, mixed with tequila", I replied as

They chew and burn their way through the paranormal beings attacking the clubhouse. Blaze! Kane! Where are you two? We need you! I see you! Watch out! Kane, get down! Now! Blaze, what the fuck are they shooting? Oh god! No! Please no! They've got fucking silver bullets! Aiden! They got silver bullets! Get every one out! Get out now! I keep scanning the crowd. Until all the air leaves my lungs. I grab my chest and look down. I'm not hit, but I can feel the burn of the silver bullet lodged there.