Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

He looked at his twin hiding her face, "Cover up your face will ya?" "Oh!" She yelped, "I forgot." She dug her hand in her crossbag and brought out a white mask. The moment she put it on, her form and tone changed. It was like she had reclaimed years of lost boldness. "Let's teach them not to mess with our family again", Commander Barbie Gore also known by the alias- Commander Rocket Ball. She took out her weapon, a huge pendulum ball attached to a long steel chain. She spun itat an extraordinary speed and hurled it in their direction. The ball and chain danced in the hair, the top four only managed to dodge the attack at the last moment.

They just have to put up with it I'm getting up early after that night Patrol meant lack of sleep as well not to mention no training for themselves everyday that was my punishment. Gabby, his Beta, had dropped an envelope on the desk for him, he was smiling that stupid grin he got when there was something mischievous to happen. Barry raised an eyebrow at his Beta, who's grin just got bigger, and he just stood there staring at him, it seriously couldn't be that funny. Although Gappy thoughts most things are funny nowadays, the man was 6 ft with dark brown eyes short light brown hair and dimple in his chin and one deep dimple in his right cheek which was showing in his clear amusement over wha

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.

The motion was effortless, and Barbie watched with bated breath as he unclasped the case in one smooth flick and drew out a slim folder, placing it on the table between them and turning it over to her as if it were a verdict being pronounced. Barbara’s fingers tightened around the stem of her glass as she stared at the information before her. Addresses. Public affiliations. But none of them held her gaze like the candid photos before her. She knew the face very well. Hell, it haunted her dreams, her every thought. The man in the pictures had the same rugged features she remembered. That strong jaw, that dark hair slicked back with a stubborn curl refusing to lie flat, that faint scar near hi

He was technically a guest but still essentially a stranger, and he was cooking in her kitchen. What a peculiar situation. After icing her face for a while, Evelyn got up and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. This was the first time she had examined her face since getting hit tonight. After seeing her reflection, she bit her lips hard, struggling not to let tears fall. Half of her face was swollen. Her skin, originally fair, now appeared even paler. The imprints of several fingers were still visible. Barry had hit her with tremendous force.

The first person my eyes registered was my friend, Jordan. With her eyes swollen, and mascara smeared across her face, making have this look like she got punched. Her make up was ruined by the consistent flowing tears. Her wig was worn bad, and she was sitted on the floor of the room that had been tumbled upside down. Like where two mad people had a fight. The bed was turned upside down, with the pillows torn and splattered everywhere. Shoes, books and clothes were sprawled across everywhere. Barry on the other hand had bruises all over his face, like he got injured from the claws of an angry wild cat. This I suspected he had earned from his wife, Jordan. Because she had long pedicures finge

Blood spurts from the hole and washes over me. Baron grunts and slumps forward on top of me. He’s just stunned, and they heal fast. So fast. In another few seconds, he’ll be fine and there will be hell to pay. I grip the stake with both hands and yank. It comes out of his shoulder with a soft squelching sound. I jam it down again. This time I hear ribs crack and I meet a lot of resistance, but I keep going until Baron roars in pain and anger. His eyes are wide and confused.