Too Sweet Bullet Club の小説・ストーリー

A different world if you squint. Hannah pulled into the back lot of a brick building with blackout windows and a faded neon sign that read The Bullet. “This is where I work,” she said, cutting the engine. “It’s quiet tonight. Come in with me.” I hesitated. My reflection in the side mirror looked like roadkill. “I look like shit.” She arched a brow. “Come hang out at the club, you do look like hell.” I gave her a tired smirk. “Better hell than hunted.”

He grunted through the pain and staggered toward the hallway, one arm limp at his side, the other shoving open the door. Around them, the club became a war zone. Tank, Knox, and Brick were already firing — their guns barking from behind velvet stools, flipped tables, whatever cover they could find. Their bullets chewed through walls and glass and lights. The raid team answered without hesitation. Shots cracked across the club, carving through red smoke and flashing neon. Tank shouted something before taking a bullet to the chest — flung back into a display case, bottles shattering around him. Knox ducked behind a booth, reloading, spitting curses. Brick covered him, firing blindly over a tur

So sweet and tempting it’s almost violent. I’m about to let her into the club and introduce myself when the sharp metallic crack of gunfire cuts through the music and chatter of Nox. One of the bullets ricochets off the steel door. Quartz. Sentinels — damn hunters. Now that’s what I call a warm welcome to the city.

My eyes burned with terror and we all walked out of the house, armed and ready for war. The engines hummed speedily into the roads and we sped off. The boys with the bikes shot with brutality and did just as they were told. I sat with Matteo, smoking softly and the car swerved speedily into the club, beneath it was the pit. I dived out ruggedly, the sweat drops ran through my head burned the soil. My rifle and with a loud scream, we stormed into the club and shot brutally, spraying bullets all around the corner. There was one bitch that hid by the corner and was with a sniper, taking out my boys. He thought I didn't see him.

I decided that after we had hidden the weapons we might go and follow us a blood trail and have a warmup for tomorrow. “But how? She has on the silver collar, she would be weakened, and they would easily overpower her” “Not if they were cocky and didn’t see the attack coming” Zane growled at them and then he blasted a ball of fire out of his hands straight at one of the guys crotch. The guy instantly started to scream and trying to pat the fire out. His friend looked at him in horror, he didn’t have the chance to process what was happening and run before Zane shot him with another fire ball and watched on as the men burned from dick up.

He was going to club to meet her and question her about what she did. At the club. Sabrina was dancing and swaying to the music while Selena was flirting with some dude. The upbeat music was blusting and everyone was dancing. She felt a like she was being watched but waved it behind and continued to dance to the music. The music suddenly changed and became romantic so she decided to leave the dance floor but before she could even take a step she was pulled back by a pair of strong arms. The man was Eric the guy she had kissed at the club yesterday.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

There was silence at the background of the other line, and then a husky voice spoke up “Yes Bullet, any news” “We found her…she is in a club….really pretty” Bullet smirked “Good…….do the job…and make it clean” The voice from the other line muttered “Trust me to do my job” Bullet muttered and dropped the call He faced his companions “Hey guys….it’s time to move”

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

click. The sound of the empty chambers echoed in the vast factory, a countdown to death. Then, I threw the gun at Isabella's feet. "Your turn," I said, my voice devoid of heat. "Six chambers. Three bullets. Let's make it fair." "No! Dante! Please!" Isabella completely broke down, collapsing to her knees, snot and tears streaming down her face. "I was wrong! I was so wrong! Don't..." "Pick it up." My voice was devoid of any warmth. "Or I'll make your father, your brother, every man in your family, play along with you."