We Are Bulletproof Novels & Stories

They came to the neck of my shirt, ripping it completely open. To be honest, parts of me got excited as I watched her fuss over me. Each time she touched a spot, her leaking eyes locked on my face like I was supposed to say something. Grimacing at her crinkling gaze, I muttered, “Ow?” It made her sob louder. “This is wrong. This can’t be happening.” Her fingers fiddled with the black bulletproof vest. She was freaking out and finding it hard to remove. My men and I knew it was wise to wear them into battle to avoid being wounded easily. The overlords like to use the .5 BMG silver bullets against us.

Our car was tinted, and they couldn't see us, but the ugly goons still approached! I held my breath while clinging to Zac's arm. His gun is ready. Even though I'm scared of Zac's gun, it is better than the ugly goons outside. The leader of the goons signaled, and they surrounded our car! Is this the end for us? My hands suddenly felt cold and started shaking. Zac took my hands in his and hugged me. "Don't worry, the car is bulletproof, but I don't know how long it will last before our backup arrives. We will die fighting!" he whispered to me.

I signalled Alex and the others to join. We had come prepared with Kevlar vests large enough to cover our chest, even in wolf form, and bulletproof helmets designed, especially for werewolf heads. We were not taking any chances. We didn't want silver bullets in our hearts and our brains. The only person that wasn't geared up was Abel Wey, and he was bulletproof. Mutants and government agents charged out to attack us. As predicted they started shooting silver bullets at us. When they saw it was futile, most of them got in their cars and drove off.

I clicked it back, getting the safety off. “Why do you have a gun?” Dennis asked with fear. “I just need us to stay calm.” “Stay calm? They’re shooting at us!” “It’s bulletproof. They won’t get in.” “What if they notice and get even higher bullets?” “Trust me. There’s no way they can be able to get higher bullets. I’m sure they’re just ragtag criminals anyway…” Immediately I said that, one of the glasses broke as a very large bullet got in. I gasped. It was an ammo-piercing bullet.

We saw Wayne while walking out holding some bulletproof vest. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Wayne?" Read asked and Wayne shook his head "I rather picked the action-thrilling game than to watch some live romance in front of me." He said bitterly and I chuckled "I'm sorry if I can't help you though, I could join the torture game if you guys want to," I stated and they both looked at me like I grew another head on me "What?" "Nope. Not a chance." Read answered and Wayne nodded

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."

On the eastern part were technical devises and on the southern wall liecash and four set of bullet proof vest and suit. “Dollars for what? Is this our payment?” “Will you accept that if they will only pay you that little?” he runs his fingers on the dollar bills. “We need cash in case the bank that we are named after were get audited to check our real identity. These are just reserves honey.” “Okay, so when we will get started?” “Today is Sunday, its Sabbath day. Let’s work tomorrow” crossing his legs and leaning low on the chair. I rolled my eyes around the four corner of the room; I will be working here for quite some time. No, I will be working with this man inside this room for a long pe

Carla “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!” Am I dead already? Why is the bullet not here yet? I am scared shitless right now, yet I don't feel pain or see blood anywhere. The bullet is supposed to pierce the glass by now, and… Oh my God! The car is bulletproof! This car is bulletproof. So, Don Angelo… He pushed me in here because he doesn't want me to be hit by any stray bullet. He knows the car is bulletproof. Why would he be out there risking his life when we can all get into the car and zoom out of this place?

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 Texas—bullets protected everything.

To think that my father had this beneath us all this while, and I had no idea. After walking a few minutes around, I found what I was looking for - a bulletproof suit. Soon, I came out, more certain that I would survive this night. I could still get shot, but it wouldn't have the impact it should have unless Don had one of the most advanced guns - the ones that would even penetrate the suit. Then I was in deep shit. I noticed an addition to our numbers down here, the man I asked Blake to bring for me. "What's your name?" I asked him.