Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

What they saw left them questioning life. The man is a vampire. But he did not look like any typical vampire; his face had veins and scars showing. His dark skin complexion got even darker. His mouth contorts and stretches—which unveils his sharp and pointy fangs dripping with blood. His tongue is shown to be sliced in half. His eyes are bloodshot red with a hypnotizing glow. His eyelids look like dark red, and black mascara is falling from his eyes. His hair is black, short, and nappy. His ears are pointy and disfigured. He has his shirt off. His body is beautiful, showing his six-pack abdomen and bulky arms. But even though his body is gorgeous—it has many scars, blood, and bullet wounds.

Suddenly, my body hits hard against what seems like a tree, and blood drains from my face as I gaze into Bar rett’s dark eyes. “You think you can run, bitch?” He growls low.

Before they could look back at him, he approached like lightning and in a swift, forceful motion, smacked Bloodshot eyes with the spiked metal bar on the face so hard, that a few of his teeth flew out of his mouth and clattered on the floor. Noah’s sudden and brutal act silenced their mocking laughter and smug expression, replacing it with an eerie quietness. Bloodshot eyes mouth coloured red, blood mixed with saliva dripping from it. The lower side of his face close to his lips, where the bar had struck, was disfigured, covered in deep, bleeding cuts from the spikes. He staggered backwards, reeling from the impact, and collided with the car’s bonnet, a pained groan escaping his disfigured l

They were all told that Jason had been put in custody as a suspect. " Next," the hoarse voice rose from behind the painted wall. Rosaleen trudged towards the door and stepped into the office. " What's your name?" the man questioned, his husky voice getting to the deepest of her soul. His big arms stood out like they were ready to attack and his stern face gave away hostility, coldness. " Rosaleen Williams," she found her voice, finally defeating and suppressing the bubbles that tried to interfer with her clear, open answer.

What I felt back then didn’t matter now. “That’s right, Barnett Cogsworth. Nice to meet you,” I said, as though meeting him for the first time. I hoped that my voice did not betray the fire burning in my stomach and below. Barnett turned to Lily, who shrugged helplessly. I could tell that this had not been the reaction that Lily had been hoping for, but hopefully she wasn’t about to push it. Barnett returned his attention to me and took off his sunglasses. I struggled to repress my reaction to seeing his full face. With those deep brown eyes and pouty lips, it was no wonder that his face adorned so many magazines. Or any wonder that he had a sexy international model for a wife.

My entire body trembled. Barbie was standing there, but she wasn't the one who had fired. At least, not intentionally. She was clutching her wrist, her hand dripping a sickening, bright crimson onto her pink tweed jacket. The blood spread across the fabric like a macabre watercolor. A small, silver handgun lay on the gravel a few feet away from her, smoke still curling from the barrel like a venomous snake. She was staring at her hand, her eyes wide and glassy, her mouth open in a silent wail that somehow seemed louder than any scream.

-Barbara "Can I see your face?"-Li Jun. Barbara's eyes bulge out, she can't believe what Dante is asking of her. He didn't wait for a reply, he changed it to FaceTime. "Why do you want to see my face?" "Go on and tell me sorry!" Barbara moves her lips, to say something, and Dante gets carried away. "I feel like kissing you." Jayden choked, It was his turn to get shocked because of Dante's words.

The nearest bollard cracks and splinters, the top half breaking off to vibrate on a steel core. But I've done it. Ignoring the cries of protest from muscle and bone, I haul myself to my feet to discover that instinct and long practice has kept my fingers firmly clutched around my Glock. The road is badly lit; one cracked lamp rusting on a wall, but as I rise, aiming over the hood, through the windshield, Baxter's face is quite visible; as panicked as I've ever seen him. His eyes widen, focussing on the end of my gun barrel...

He looks scary as hell and you don’t want to piss him off. Well, he looks scary to anyone who messes with his nurses. He looks after all of us. To us he is a teddy bear. If he wasn’t happily married to his husband Myron I would have loved to have dated him. He is now standing beside me looking at the skinny five foot ten Mr. Kendall. “ Is there a problem here?” Bull asks in his deep baritone voice. Mr. Kendall has suddenly calmed down and looks like he is going to piss himself. “ No, no sir.” Mr. Kendall stammers. Not so brave now are you? Inside I’m laughing. “ Looks like you have your discharge papers. Would you like me to help you out?” Bull asks.

Her fangs emerged and her eyeballs became yellow, she scratched one of them on the face. She had to unleash her fighting skills. She carefully detached the lower part of her dress in split seconds and kicked the same man she had scratched; he was still holding her, she then pushed the other one making him lose balance. When James and Tony saw Barbara's fangs and how she was fighting for her life, they were amazed. She was swift and strong. None of them had ever seen her like that before, James quickly brought his gun from his suit case and came down from the car to help Barbara. She was very tough and a hard knot to crack, "where did she learn how to fight like that?", Steve mumbled. "Wow, a