We Are Bulletproof Novels & Stories

"I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana." It was pouring rain outside. I stood at the entrance, watching the downpour. I remembered another rainy night, so long ago. The night I took a bullet for Lorenzo, my blood mixing with the rain. Back then, I thought that was love. Willing to give anything, even your life, for the person you loved. Now I knew better. That wasn't love. It was stupidity. "Bella, I was drunk that night..." Lorenzo was still pleading. "I didn't call her name, I said..."

ICE’S POV: Zee drives even faster as I continue changing bullets with those people behind us. "Don't worry, all my cars are bulletproof." She mumbled as if it would make us both at ease. I rolled my eyes hearing those words and just nodded my head as an answer, since what should I say anyway? That was quite a relief since there is still a possibility that I will survive this and I will not die today. Fuck it! Grandma Mirasol just treated me and I just healed not too long ago.

He insisted to have more men following his only son in case of moment like this. This time, three bullet proof cars in their back, dashed out. It was their back-up. The bullet proof cars deliberately smashed the cars that blocking the road. The gangsters worried for their cars. They tried to save their cars, but it was too late. It was already wrecked. They fired, but their bullets were almost running out. They could not beat the bullet proof cars of a billionaire. They clearly underestimated Bill. Now, that they don’t have enough bullets and their cars were already useless, how could they escape?

We were in a huge RV, what good could they do to this car? They drew out their guns, okay, they seemed prepared. But not as prepared as Jayde. When we first got onto this RV, I checked everything. This RV looked like a regular vehicle, but all the walls and glass were bullet proof. Jayde knew what he was getting into, so he didn't hesitate on modeling the RV. Even if they had silver bullet, there was no way they could break in.

I walk around them only to stop when someone touches my shoulder making me turn around "Heyy umm just wanted to say great fight" Bullet says "You weren't bad yourself," I said planing to turn around and leave when one of the others guys spoke "Heyy before we go home we were planning to go out for a celebrating drink, Do you want to join us?" "Oo I wish I could but I have a very overprotective brother that doesn't know I'm here so I really should head back home," I said "Oo to bad would have love to get to know the girl how almost kicked my ass" Bullet said

Seeing that Isla's face got gloomier, he hurriedly reassured, "Don't worry, I was wearing a bulletproof vest at the time, so it’s just a bullet impact, a small injury. The doctor said that I just need to put a little medicine and don’t need to be hospitalized..." "Bullets hitting your body and you still say it’s a small injury? You got lucky this time and the bullet was blocked by the bulletproof vest. If you weren’t wearing a bulletproof vest, or if the bullet strayed a bit and hit a place that the vest could not cover, you wouldn’t have been able to come home, right? Alex, do you even have a sense of proportion? Bravery and recklessness aren’t the same, understand?"

Zack who was holding his shoulder paused and gave fortune a deep look "My, my first question is, what if something bad happened to you? And remember that you are worth love, lots of love. I never want to hear you say you are not worth it. Never say that" Zack said with the little strength he had and pretended to passed out. "Z-Zack, what's the meaning of this? You better wake up right now. I won't tolerate your silence" fortune was agitated at this moment, she was nervous and confused and her face full of tears. Chris looked at Zack again and noticed he had a bulletproof of which meant no vital organs were exposed or endangered in any way.

The cars pursue us relentlessly. With trembling hands, I frantically type out a message to Stefano, desperate to inform him of the unfolding situation. The deafening cracks of gunfire ring out repeatedly, our attackers seizing every opportunity to riddle our vehicle with bullets. Each thunderous impact causes my heart to skip a beat, but I force myself to remember the bulletproof glass – a fragile barrier standing between us and certain death. The adrenaline courses through my veins as I try to maintain my composure amidst the chaos. “Stefano is coming, and everything is going to be okay,” I whisper to myself, a mantra to calm my nerves. With each passing moment, I pray dearly that I am not

A stick for support was in his hand and some of his bodyguards were beside him. He had a kind and gentle face but his eyes were like steel. He introduced himself as the CEO of the company and extended his hand in greeting. Standing up, I offered to shake his hand. Once his hands touched mine, he looked curious and said, "You have warm hands." I replied, "And you have cool hands." We both laughed and I offered him a seat. He responded, "I had heard a lot about you and was eager to meet you in person." I smiled and replied, "I am glad, so how can I help you?" He replied, "I am Diaz Cartel, CEO of GUNBUL. We manufacture bullets of all types." I raised an eyebrow at him in appreciation and he sm

The bullet did not penetrate. How is that possible? "They don't affect me. That's how I am" Linda finally found something to say and Lucia shook her head in disbelief, "Are you telling me you're bulletproof or something?" "If that's the word for it but you must keep calm. Don't be scared of me," Luca urged her and tried to get closer. "No! Stay back, don't come any closer to me" Linda exhaled and bit her lower lip. Something such as this was never supposed to happen.