We Are Bulletproof Novels & Stories

Vincent pov I reach for my shirt and pull it over the bulletproof vest I ordered for everyone to wear tonight. I'm not here to risk any lives, especially when the pack has to deal with the Alliance. There are many different hunters out there, but the Alliance ones are a different breed. All of their members are trained to perfection; their only goal is to kill. Their hunters use silver bullets, and if there's one thing I am absolutely sure of - they don't miss. Ever. Besides, that son of a bitch Red is going to lead the attack on my pack. Better safe than sorry.

The beautiful days when you never thought about betrayal, murder— or politics. I can’t let a group of selfish people take their lives. I couldn’t imagine all the women and men, old or young, whom I saw before my eyes during that moment on the ground, inert. I tried to chase the image of the tragedy of my thoughts, but it was stronger than me. What if we don’t succeed to save them? What if their agents are better than us? “Will to the Bullet Team.” William’s voice sounded in our earbuds, interrupting our fearful thoughts. I loved how he called us the Bullet Team, he said he believed nothing can ever destroy us, even death.

He replied. "Did you know there?" I asked. "Yes," He replied. He started the car and reversed, driving out immediately. We got into the expressway and just then the driver talked. "That is the car that left the mansion and shot our car but the bullet did not penetrate" He replied. "Is this a bullet proof car?" I asked. "Yes," He replied. "Follow those rascals" I ordered as he stepped on it, increasing the speed the car was running in.

Amazing. I think we're safe now. Then I saw one of them pointing a magine gun towards us. Holy shizzzzznet. "Can this bullet car protect us from that?!" I gulped. He rolled his eyes, "This is a bullet proof car, after all." Sighing, I heard shots behind us but nah, it didn't hurt us. "So what's their point of bringing a missile if they won't use it?" He chuckled, "They probably thought it would look cool."

I wouldn't back down now. Taking another deep breath, I forced my feet to carry me forward. I stepped onto the perfectly manicured lawn, moving swiftly to the side of the house. There was no gate to keep people out, but a sign in the yard read, "Protected by Bullet Plus Security." The "Plus" was overkill. This was Texasbullets protected everything.

I looked out of the car and sighed when Alex closed it back. "Can't a girl get some fresh air?" "That's not all you'll get, trust me. This car is bulletproof and prevents any bullet from entering inside or shattering the glass. You open it and a bullet visits your little brain. I'm sure you'd like that, right?" He asked and I smiled, making sure the window was well locked. Cause what the fuck?! Sometimes I tend to forget who the hell Alex was. He wasn't just come little capo that ran some little business downtown.

I had truly missed her. “We are here.” The laptop guy announced, as the driver steered the van towards an incomplete building. I looked out of the window, searching for Leo’s henchmen, to confirm the validity of our location. Barely a minute later, three bald men holding rifles came out of nowhere, and started shooting at the van. The buffoons clearly had no idea that every part of the vehicle was bulletproof. I waited for them to expend their bullets completely, the fierceness in their faces dissolving into uncertainty, as they exchanged looks among each other.

“My job is to stop him before he gets it out.” He said it as though there were nothing remarkable about that. Perhaps to him, there wasn’t. Daniel reported back less than fifteen minutes later. The man really was a financial reporter. His credentials were legitimate. He had been carrying a phone, recorder, and business cards. Nothing more. He had ignored the security line because he wanted an exclusive question. That was all. “Do you think you overreacted?” Audrey asked as they headed back toward the underground garage. “No.” “He wasn’t carrying anything.”

“Oh right sorry, Jackson right? The one who reads guilt. Just one problem with that, one has to feel guilt to be read by you. Ever wonder how I fooled you. I. Feel. NO. Guilt. It’s a pleasure to kill all of you.” Lucas, Ken, Kendall, Jake, Jacob, and Rebecca pounce through the doors. We all shift back and throw on shorts or long shirts. “Oh shit, The two we wanted are still alive. Shoot them,” Anna orders. I see a dozen gun men Above is getting ready to shoot. We are fish in a barrel. We all back up with Kelly and Lucas taking the lead they are immune to silver, so unless these bullets are dipped in Oleander they can protect us. Wait there are only ten, eight, they start shooting away from u

But There has been no response. Laura actually smelled the strong smell of blood. Sure enough, Joel sighed a few times and said in a sympathetic tone, "Young Commander, he's out of breath, his chest has been pierced!" The body of Robert's car was actually bulletproof steel has been used, but bullets can still be shot through the glass. If it weren't for the intensive strafing of machine guns, this would never be the case.