Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

Barrett snapped at Serena to leave, then instructed Tara to dismiss all the servants, allowing only his father and older brother to remain in the room. Lately, Barrett had been drinking more than usual. His complexion appeared sallow and haggard. His hair was a mess, like wild grass growing unchecked. His beard, likely only shaved a few days ago, had already grown out in a thin, patchy circle around his pale, cracked lips. To any onlooker, he resembled a wild, mangy dog.

Lewis said. The door swung open aggressively. Standing there was Barbie in her silk pajamas and messy hair framing her annoyed face. The moment she saw Lewis, her face contoured with fierce anger. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she spat. Lewis pointed at her dramatically. “See? This is exactly the energy I’m talking about.” Then Barbie noticed the officers. “What’s this?” she asked, pointing at them. The male officer spoke calmly. “Miss Barbara Bennett?” “Yes?” Barbie answered with a nonchalant attitude.

He brushed his tongue against his silver-plated teeth. I grimaced on the inside, but kept my face cold and devoid of emotion. Trinity Gang member number three: code name, Fire. Their names were as ridiculous as their beat ass fucking ugly faces. To be honest, they don't actually have ogre faces, but they're also not particularly attractive. For my standards. I simply ignored what they said and instead gave them a wide, sweet smile. The smile I usually give my targets. It's what I called a sweet smile of death.

MOM" I shouted when I saw my mother entered the door " baby? you are awake already?" She said and run towards my side I excitedly hugged her " Mrs. can I talk to you outside for a while," the doctor said They both went outside and I was left with these unfamiliar people keeps on staring at me, I took a glance at each face and stopped at a tall man with a numb eye staring at me with a longing face. " he can't remember us" I heard the other guy said " GUN!" I heard a bang on the door and saw OAB breathing harshly

Wave after wave of pungent cum hit me square in the face. All I could do was close my eyes and frown as I was coated in Barry's sticky substance. Not satisfied with merely blasting my face with cum from a foot away, Barry grabbed hold of the hair towards the back of my head and brought my face up close to his cock. While he did so, his cock continued to spew large sloppy spurts of cum on to my face. "Take my cum all over your face, slut!" Barry said forcefully. When the flow of cum began to die down, Barry again spoke up, "keep rubbing those balls."

Rayy said that, as he touched Barcode's lips with his hand, and kissed him once more. Barcode responded with a fist that hit Rayy's cheek. His anger was like a volcanic eruption. "Damn it! I'm going to kill you." It was rare for Barcode who had facial paralysis to have such an angry temperament. His expressionless face was raging right now. He wanted to tear Rayy in half. Rayy endured the pain that was in his cheek and it was a balance to receive a blow while trying to kiss someone as charming as that. "You are mine. I have already made a mark on your lips. You cannot escape, my dear."

Fear is prominent on it even though I tried to hide it. “The man who made you moan just earlier this morning,” he answered and his voice was familiar. It was baritone but it is that kind of a voice that will make you initially think that it was coming from a conventionally handsome man. With that, I turned my head on my back only to be welcomed by the face of Bullet.

“No, I wasn´t. I gave it my all.” I turn to look at him, and see him standing with his arms crossed over his bare chest. It´s the deep cut across his cheek that really catches my attention though. “Barry, your wound.” I rush to his side to inspect the cute more closely, deeply concerned. We may be adversaries inside the ring, however in real life, we are friends. He´s the only one I trust. “You need sutures.”

Years of letting things slide because it is easier. I nod once. She exhales, sharp and shaky, then turns. Barbie looks at Misha as if she is sure Misha won't do it, but then Misha's fist connects with Barbie’s face. The sound is dull and final. She stumbles, hands flying up as blood spills from her nose, bright against her skin. Someone gasps. Someone yells. Misha freezes, hands flying to her mouth, eyes wide with shock. Then she looks at me.