50 Novel(s) Related To Pulp Fiction

Theo's POV “Please… please give me some more time. I will pay you back,” the old fool's voice was low and shaky, his eyes already in tears. The warehouse floor was cold concrete. A single overhead light made circles of brightness and shadow. His face was bruised, his suit was dirty, and I must admit it looked good on him. I sat opposite him, my breathing calm, as my gaze moved to my wrist watch. “This is what happens when you steal from me. Taking money from my club and gambling it!” My voice was low but steady, as I walked towards him.

I let out a small smile. “I found the man I love laying in his pool of blood. I witnessed two men being shot in front of me already. I am pretty sure I can handle blood”, I told him. He handed me the picture and I immediately wished I hadn't seen it. The same man was laying on the ground shot with his face separated in two. The scene was disturbing in many ways. I felt the urge to vomit almost immediately. “Rose didn't show any remorse at all. The case is pretty bad. His father won't rest until he gets justice. So, in other words, we are doomed” he said. I understood the seriousness of the situation.

" We left for the bar and it was already past midnight when we reached. It had become hours and we still didn't get any lead on either of them. It was tormenting as I sat and watched the half-dead man plead before me on his knees that he didn't know anything else and out of anger and irritation, I put a bullet through his head, relieving him of the hell hole he had been living in. He was the last of all the guys who were previously here and it was time to let him go and join them. So I let him. I stood up, pacing around as I thought about places they might be in, mentally cancelling out everywhere I knew he wouldn't be found and noting the rest down, somewhere in my head. Matrix, just like the name implied was a sneaky cat and finding him wasn't quite easy at all.

The first knife was a small fruit knife that looked sharp at the front, and the second knife was a bread knife with small serrations at the bottom. Lucas closed his eyes briefly, "oh God, dying might be a little bit better than what you're about to do to me, Cla." He muttered resignedly. *** "I've never seen anything crazier, Luke," Jamie shook his head. Lucas lay on his bed—closing his eyes and feeling the painful ache along his arm, which was now spreading throughout his body after the poisoned bullet was successfully taken off, and he received the antidote at the right time. The antidote didn't work as fast as the poison did when it entered his body. However, he knew the antidote was working without his awareness—almost like how he got poisoned.

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Blood, bruises, broken bones—pain was written all over them. One of the men, barely conscious, pleaded— “Please… kill us… or let us go… just end this pain…” Daniel walked toward him slowly. Then, without a word, he pressed his shoe against the man’s face and crushed it down. “You should’ve thought about that,” Daniel said coldly, “when you drugged my love.” The man trembled and pointed at another— “I didn’t do it! He told me to! It was him!” Daniel turned. That man.

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy Episode Ten Miranda's POV Oh mine Why did he have to die all for love Love is so stupid They just wasted their previous lives all for love The film is really making me happy I relaxed my back and after some minutes I decided to get a glass of juice Pineapple juice to be precise I got up and walked to the kitchen and met Micheal cooking

"You said you felt blue." "You should have stopped me", I argued, my hands on my hips. He looked up again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Stopped you?" "I literally blinked and you were out of the club. And the next thing, I found you in your frequented saloon crying to your stylist about how blue you felt". Huh. Well, I must have been very drunk then. I stared at the colour taunting me. It was supposed to be purple this week. "What's with all the ruckus?" I asked, sitting on one of the stools by the counter.

Black Hamilton POV “Shit!” I bring a hand to my mouth that drips blood. The taste of iron invades my whole mouth and I spit on the floor in the living room of my house. The thugs have climbed me to the floor and thrown me like I'm a sack of potatoes, those fucking sons of bitches. I turn around, trying to crawl back on my own elbows as I look for something to help me defend myself. One of them, the one who seems to command the others, crouches in front of me and holds my hair, pulling my head back.

Louis paused, observing Leonard struggle to stand upright atop the rubble. Leonard's sharp gaze pierced through the tension, and then he smirked faintly. "Do you wish to see Sophie that badly? I'd be happy to escort you." Louis laughed bitterly, though his irritation was evident. Leonard's arrogance persisted, even as he appeared on the verge of death. Blood smeared half of Leonard's face, his once-white shirt tattered and stained with crimson. The numerous tears in his clothing revealed the extent of his injuries, and his mangled right hand clutched a broken pistol.

Two White pills lay on either side of the pedastels , a glass of water each and a note,'' Please take these, we do not want any mistakes, if you don't , I will know and you will bear the consequences''. Both woman knew their boss well, he was not one to be messed around with. They took the pills, swallowed it with their glasses of water and looked at each other. They both were drunk and desperate last night. They felt sore but dare not complained.'' Last night was amazing''Susan chirped, although she felt her most intimate parts were bruised and swollen.Joey agreed with her although she felt the same. After having having a shower, Susan applied the cream , she always carried in her bag to cool her swollen areas. Joey was unprepared for this, once she took a shower, she dressed and immediately left to he pharmacy.

We were both sitting in one of those leather chairs discussing wich movie we should watch first. She chose 'the purge'. A weird horror movie about people slaughtering each other. Which, I don't find very nice to look at. And I chose 'the choice.' A romantic drama. And of course, we watched the purge first, because you can never win from Camilla. She's just too hard headed.

He was wrong. We were monsters. The whole lot of us in the mafia. The viciousness of our world had tarnished any trace of innocence we had in us, and the little that might've remained was completely wiped out by us being forced to carry out the very evil that defined our world. My finger wavered before the trigger of the glock I held to Mercutio's head, my jaw clenched tightly in anger. 'Gnev ubivaet vsyo luchshee v tebe,' my late mam's voice flitted through my mind. 'Anger doesn't burn the least in you. It burns the best.' I removed the pistol from Mercutio's forehead and tucked it into its holster. His frightened eyes watched my every movement raptly, skittering when I started to slowly circle him.

A bloodshed is always inevitable. “Is this some cheap way of taking my life just as you did to Andrea? And now you cook up lies?” My voice booms regardless of the armed men behind me as I confront the monsters. “If I wanted you dead, you would never have met me,” Ricco concludes and walks away. I heave a deep breath and drive out of the premise. I know my choices are limited here. The moment Andrea sold off the gang to those fuckers was the day we traded all our rights and privileges.

"But I don't think... you did it. Don't ask me why. I just.. I feel it." Through their one-sided conversations, Nora found herself opening up little by little. But at the same time she made sure not to reveal too much about her actual identity. She shared stories of her homeschool lessons and to her surprise Luca could relate. His own upbringing was similar to hers as a member of a mafia family. But without the abuse which Nora skillfully hid. They talked about the books they'd read and their favorite characters. Then he spoke of Cain, the lovely brother she had never met. Nora felt a pang of sadness inside her. She quickly masked her expressions as she realised that Luca was keenly observing her reactions.

"I can give my financial assistance to your daughter but you don't expect me to just take her back after she cheated on me!" "She made a mistake Fabrico!" Mr Hilliard grunts. "Let's all just move forward." He says and gets up. "I expect to see you soon and also, Rose and Russo are at my Cabin here in Seattle. You should see your son" he said before walking away, accompanied by two men in dark suits. As they left, I felt my skin crawl with the sight of the man. His Aura is like pure poison. "This is shit!" I hear Fabrico growl before flinging the glass cup that sat on the table, to the floor, shattering it.

For Gertrude Ferdson, it was just another seemingly normal calm night, sitting on her home office desk and going through her notes for the following class; only she couldn't concentrate with the thoughts of her missing stepdaughter in mind. Sonny had missing for days and not only her but another one of her students had disappeared too. Garvin Maurice had missing too and his uncle, one of hers and Paul's closest friend, had been found dead in his mansion. Apparently he choked on Hennessey. But that was not the feeling that bothered her the most. It was unshakable. Like something bad was bound to happen no matter what. And she knew all these came from the fact that she and her husband had been working in sync with Garvin's uncle in the management of Sonny's fund. She knew they were doing something very wrong to

Veins pulsed across his temple and eyes glowed with murder. The man beneath him trembled, shaking his head in denial but Killian’s patience was long gone. He pressed his boot harder, grinding into the man’s ribs. Killian didn’t hesitate. His gun lifted. The trigger snapped and the man’s chest burst open in a spray of bl*od. Killian’s eyes found another attacker. His next shot blew a skull apart and the man collapsed. He was merciless. He would hunt down every last one of them. No one would walk away after daring to touch what belonged to him!

The count was wrong by two crates, and the argument that followed lasted less than ninety seconds before somebody pulled a gun. Leo would remember that detail longest, afterward — ninety seconds, less time than it took to microwave something forgotten in the office break room, and everything about the rest of his life had already changed shape by the time it ended.

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of crossing the mafia king. and the intruder knew he was in deep trouble.