We Are Bulletproof Novels & Stories

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

They weren’t here to bargain or solve this calmly, they were certainly here to take me forcefully; even if it means killing me. “Please move aside!” I growled underneath my breath. He shook. I pushed him aside mindful enough not to hurt him, he shot at my chest, at that moment I thought that would be the end of me, but to my surprise and to the terror written in the detective’s eyes— I was bulletproof! A bullet that was supposed to kill me, hit me and fell to the ground; unsuccessful of its mission. But I still felt a slight pain from the bullet. I turned around and walked away, but the detective was a stubborn man and so was I.

The jar sat there, sealed tight. Inside, ants writhed over each other, restless. Hungry. Bullet ants. The kind that makes grown men sob like children. I palmed the jar, turned back to him. His good eye tracked it. "You ever been stung by one of these?” I tapped the glass. A few ants reared up, mandibles clicking, "Hurts like a bullet. Hence the name." I tilted the jar, watching them scramble. "But you know what's worse? When it's your dick."

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.

He tried to taunt Monica, but in the end, he got beaten up by him. "Don't worry, Miss Tomari, I can fight, even if my leg is cracked and my chest is wounded, I can fight very well." Hong tried to reassure Togo and said, "Did you forget about my technique? I can shut down my pain." Even though his leg cracked, it didn't mean he couldn't fight since he had a technique that made him capable of shutting down his pain, even if he was injured, he could fight anytime, so there was no need to worry, right?

The space was small, and once they were inside, there was no room left for me. I moved from cover to cover alone as gunfire swept across the street. Then a stray bullet tore toward me. I shut my eyes, muttering, "This is where it ends." Something slammed into me and threw me sideways. When I opened my eyes, Stefan stood between me and the source of the shot. The bullet had struck his abdomen. Blood soaked through his shirt and ran over his hands. I caught him before he could fall, and I could not stop crying. He lifted a hand and wiped my tears.

looking at the bag full of money “It’s just a starting price” and he came near me and hold my hand. “Trembling? I do worst on my first time; I missed the first bullet and took me three shot before I got a man down. You are indeed better than I,” while rubbing my hands with him. “Listen Kate, this job may seem not humane to you, but who is being humane now a day? We are not paid to kill innocent people. We kill bad ones.”

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.

The gunmen popped their heads and guns out of the windows and began to open fire. "We're going to die!" exclaimed Claire frantically. "No, we won’t. Luckily I went too far when I bought this car. I was obsessed with action films back then!" exclaimed Leon. "What do you mean?" "This car is bulletproof," said Leon. He is grateful that the feature is used now. Although this was not the time to be grateful for being shot by so many bullets. "The police should have acted now," said Claire again. "A man as powerful as Boston Hopkins can bribe anyone, Claire. If they have the courage to use weapons, even the newspaper won’t write a shit about this, ”said Leon.

“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.