Novel & Cerita Bulletbarry Face

The two men continued their face-off in silence with a hot intense stare at each other. Scarface didn't act as if he hard the other guy and without making obvious his intent moved his fingers on the trigger catching Fool off guard when the bullet from his gun caught him on the right shoulder. " Fuck! you son of a bitch!!! " Fool cried out letting out successive shots at Scarface which he was quick to dive out of the way, taking cover behind one of the cars parked in the underground parking lot.

" I teased, I could see her face turning red in anger. "Mitchell! I am warning you for the last time. Stay clear my man!" I chuckled and sniffed. "Barbie, I don't have your man here, so leave." I retorted and made way to leave but she crossed my part. And in no minute I saw a huge man come my way and a punch landed across my face, causing bigger commotion as I passed out almost immediately.

Don Pablo gets his gun as he cocks it and then points at Attorney Barbie. Fear consumes her when looking at his cold eyes. “Anyways, Barbie, what do you think we can do best without blood flowing on the floor?” He puts his gun on the table and then asks a straightforward question. She can’t utter a word since fear crosses her face. A bleak scenario for the Barbie. She sits down by his gesture… A gap-toothed smile drew on the Governor’s face because it was the first time when Barbie couldn’t utter a single word. His smile is deceiving. Thus it hides something perilous.

"Hi, I'm Emma, your luna." "You're joking!" "No, I'm not." I glance behind the pregnant woman, a few yards away from her, I can see a man, a jagged scar slashes across his face, from ear to jaw. He grabs a silver knife in his hand. He walks closer with every step, his strides much longer than mine. Suddenly, Barbara comes from the area behind where the people gather, walking up and smiling. "Well, well, well, finally I can kill you." "Run!"

Ready to snap. "Why are you like this? Shouldn't you be happier? You get to have a normal life now," he says. I've been trained to be unreadable. Undetectable. Untraceable. Nothing shows on my face that is internal. But what breaks it all is the single word. Normal. I snarl. My face contorting from the placid and sad look into a mask of hate and rage. "Happier? I should be happier? Over the fact I am like you now?" I ask, my voice like a whip. Slapping him across his face. He clearly was not expecting this answer from me, but he manages to reply.

Bianca’s face whitened. “ His…his body?” she whispered. “He’d been shot in the head. Execution style,” growled Barry. As the women continued to stare at him in dawning shocked comprehension, Barry tapped the area between his bushy brows. “Here. A single shot.”

People around me were looking funny and I couldn't keep my face straight. I put my head on the counter and fell asleep. ******** When I opened my eyes, the pain in my head became more intense. “Argggh” I groaned in pain, clutching my head tightly. The bartender was staring at me intently, as if he had just seen a ghost. “What are you staring at man?” I yelled, getting upset. He pointed at the television in the bar. “Is.. is.. that you?” He stuttered. I turned to the TV screen and saw a picture of me followed by the video that clearly recorded me shooting multiple bullets towards Brody.

Some threw stuff at me, while some insulted me but I didn't stir. Soon, we reached Barbie's place! The room was quite big! Barbie was there, she had this cold look in her eyes, she had a gun in her hand, The guy let go of me and I stood with confidence! The place was quiet and still, The gang were waiting for me to be given a death sentence, Barbie slowly stood up and walked up to me and stared at me dead in the eye, I didn't flinched but also gave her a fierce look! Unexpectedly she slapped me across the face! Everyone shouted and threw insults at me, She waved her hands and everyone was quiet. She was back quietly to her former place and stood defiantly! .

Light on Barack remain on his spot as his stance was well presented, looking at him from afar he looks more presented more for him to be a police officer. Ghad took him a threat; yes he was, seeing a man pointing a gun at you. Ghad was the guy with trident, two other with him are his soldiers, and they listen to his command, he had a large scar on his face which cut from his fore head to his eyes and end up below his eyes, Scar was suppose make people ugly but his make him a bit scary and very attractive, he was of course young, probably in his early 18s or 20. He is build and heavily strong, he had a hard and shiny skin.

For a moment the world split into that razor-snap of before and after. “Hey.” The voice slid behind me like an accusation. “You two are the noise I’ve been hearing.” I turned, breath catching. Barry filled the doorway like he’d always been meant to. He had a face that ran dangerous and polite on the same plane; the polite was a liar. Barry’s smile crawled across his face like it was warming itself by someone else’s flame. “You must be the lucky bastard,” he said, and the word lucky was a knife disguised as a compliment.