Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

The man chuckled and said, "The name’s Barryl. What brings you two down here all the way from Novemton? Are you here to offer me that girl next to you?" The man named Barryl gestured toward Adrian, who replied, "You want her?" Barryl instantly frowned and threw aside the peanuts in his hand. He said furiously, "You dare speak to me in that tone? Don't you know you're currently in a place out of the government's reach? Nobody would be the wiser if I killed you Novemtoners right here." Barryl pointed at Adrian. Based on his expression, he was issuing a challenge to Adrian. The other men snickered as though understanding how everything was going to play out.

She looks at me and nods as she slides inside the car, I shut the door and hit the top of the roof. I turn and walk back into the bar and straight to the bathroom, wash the blood off my face and hands and fluff my hair, I give my reflection a wink in the mirror and walk out. I sit at the bar, crossing my legs as I look around, the bartender places a shot of a clear liquid in front of me, "the guy at the end of the bar sent this to you," he tilts his head back and I look around him.

she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Barry punched the bench top and relished the bite of pain. He ran his hands through his hair and tugged at it, closing his eyes while he tried to find his calm. His anger mixed with all the hurt he had buried because of this woman and it made a volatile brew. He’d really like to wring Adam’s scrawny fucking neck for laying a hand on a woman, any woman.

I kept my eyes on my plate and focused on eating. For a while, the conversation flowed easily around me. Mr. Hartley talked about work. My mom shared a funny story from her day . Mrs. Hartley laughed at almost everything. It almost felt normal. Almost. Then I felt it. Leon was looking at me. I glanced up. He was already watching. A strange smile played on his lips. "Don't forget." My fork froze halfway to my mouth. Across the table, Mrs. Caster's brows furrowed. "Forget what?"

“In return, may I know your full name?” I pursed my lips. “Barbara.” Justin waved his hand in front of my face. “That's only the first name. Incomplete!” I hold back the feeling of wanting to scratch his face. I said with teeth bluffing, “Barbara Alexander.” Someone cleared his throat. I lowered my arms and turned around. The wolf boy who was still grinning looked at me. His gaze fell towards Justin. “Get a date, Bro?” Justin snorted. I stared at the wolf-shifter boy with a disgusted expression.

With a raised brow, he came forward, pushing his delivery ahead. His eyes fell on Jayden, and I don’t know what surprised me more, his lunge or Jayden’s back flip off the sofa, out of Barry’s way. “You fucking bastard!” “I do love you too, B. Honestly.” “Fuck you!” He grinned at my man, like a fucking Cheshire cat. I almost laughed. But Barry hadn’t been making a feint. That was a real strike, and my man dodged it. Easily. I looked away.

"Why don’t you two add me to your group chat as well? I’d like to hear who dares to threaten my fiancée." Thud! Barney's phone slipped from his hand and smacked him in the face. He stammered, "L-Rowan, w-who’s that over there…?" "It’s me," Carl took the phone from Rowan's hand with ease. "Mr. Campbell, long time no see." Barney’s hands shook faster than when he played Honor of Kings. "No, no, don’t call me Mr. Campbell! What I mean is… Brother Frankli, why are you there? I, I—"

His cold gaze fell on Barbara Morris. In her early 20s, a slightly soiled loose T-shirt loosely covered her thin body, her skin was a grimier hue, she didn't look like the woman in the family photos, who came from being olive in colour, and her eyes were black and shiny. , like stars in the dark night, which was unforgettable. The facial features did not match what they said, there are strange, but unfortunately, a striking blue-purple birthmark extends from her cheek, where to the end of her eyebrows, ruining the beauty of her entire face.

Great. "Sorry, I can't do that. I was given specific orders to get you back into fighting shape. I fully intend to do just that," Bart explained. He carefully grabbed my face and made me look at him. He shined a light in my eyes and forced my mouth open as he looked intently at me. I snapped my head away from his grasp and glared at him. "Well, Conor wasn't lying about you being feisty, Corrine-" Bart remarked, but I stopped him.

Steele interrupted harshly. Barry cautiously glanced up at Steele, seeing his gloomy and dark expression. She pressed her thin lips together, forgetting even to pretend to be pitiful, just stiffly looking at him. "I'll go out now and say the whole thing has nothing to do with you." Barry's face lit up with joy: "Really?" Seeing her happiness, Steele felt increasingly conflicted. It felt like he had swallowed glass shards, the pain spreading from his throat to his chest. He could only clench his fists tightly to redirect that dull ache.