Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

my beta took from there and narrated everything to the barbarians. Ryker was intently listening to everything. I took a moment to steal a glance at him. The lines of maturity did not spare him as well but somehow they made him look even more attractive, responsible. His hazel eyes that used to sparkle with life and curiosity now carried certain darkness and menace. His handsome features were not unscathed anymore. His nose was slightly crooked. There was a prominent scar measuring his face, trailing from his left brow and disappearing into the bush of his beard. This must have been a deadly gash to leave a scar like this. I couldn't help but wonder where he got this from. It was still a myst

She grabbed her and executed a powerful headbutt, causing her to collapse onto the beach with a bloody nose. "Oh my gosh!" Barbie gasped in shock. Cherry retrieved her partially smoked cigarette and forcefully pressed it into Barbie's palm, eliciting a painful scream. Then, Cherry delivered a swift kick to Barbie's belly, sending her rolling away in agony. She turned her attention to the last remaining woman.

"Don't be afraid now, Mag. Your grandfather is handling other matters, but I'm here to stand up for you." The sight of my grandmother made Don's face turn pale. "Mom… W-What are you doing here?" Before Don could say more, my grandmother tilted her head slightly. Her bodyguard, James Gibson, stepped forward, and he slapped Don so hard that he fell to the ground. "If I hadn't come, I'd never have proof of you siding with outsiders to bully my granddaughter," she said sharply. Hearing my grandmother's unapologetic defense of me, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

"Well, today I'm going to find out if his 'pushover' matches up to my gun!" Barry, cigarette dangling from his lips, cocked his gun and aimed it at Frederick's head. But in the next moment, a fierce slap landed squarely on his face, causing him to stumble and fall like a sack of potatoes. The blow was delivered by a tall woman standing right in front of Barry, her gaze as sharp as a blade. "Who was it?! Who dared to hit me?" Barry roared, his anger boiling over. "It was me." Willa stood firm before Barry, her eyes piercing.

Had that coming. “I’m so glad!” Lola continued before I could speak. “You look so pretty! Love that dress! Is that a martini? Have you met Bart?” The machine-gun pace she fired the questions left my head whirling. I blinked at the tall, wide-eyed man beside her. He sported bright red hair, a meticulously shaped goatee, and an expression that said, help me. Help me, please. Bart raised his hand in a wave and I smiled, moving forward to extend my hand. “Nice to meet you, Bart. Congratulations.”

She would preferred to slap Trevor instead but Mona didn’t tell her. Barney tightened his teeth when he thought about the huge debt he had. He realized that he would never get this chance again to make money if he missed it. "I do it for your own good as well." Barney said it in a quiet voice. He hit Trevor hard in the face before Trevor could do anything. The smack was loud and clear, and Trevor’s face turned red right away. Trevor put his hands over his face in shock. "Dad. Yo…”

His breath was tense and that was when I pulled back to look at him. Then I looked and I could see it clearly. His face was hard, like had just wrestled with someone. His eyes were dark and looked troubled. Slowly my smile faded. “Baron,” I whispered softly, brushing his cheek. “Are you good? What happened? Why do you look so unhappy?”