Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

"What if something has happened to him? We need to know." Bart was a middle-aged man with little white hair on his head and a well-groomed beard on his face. He had a rough and weathered appearance, with deep lines etched into his forehead and around his mouth. Despite his rough exterior, he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye that made him seem approachable.

Rude but I like him! That savage Looks like the cold type I wonder if he is handsome , why is he covering half of his face ? "His voice sounds familiar " Barbie mumbled and pursed her lips and started thinking. "Omg He is the handsome cold jerk!! " She almost screamed. Her eyes watched him careful , waiting to confirm if it was really him. Meanwhile Alice and Jennie were sitting next to each as usual they were looking at the celling , most importantly the celling that was below where Barbie was sitting.

she asked, her voice laced with worry. I shook my head. "No, they're great. I just need some alone time," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. River wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace, her gentle hands patting my back. "Would you like to watch some TV and have some ice cream?" she offered, her voice soft and soothing. I nodded, grateful for her kindness. As I looked into her beautiful, brown eyes, a sudden loud gunshot echoed through the bar, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. Panic erupted as people started running in all directions.

Appearing from behind the bar area and I flinch when I catch sight of his face. He’s older than Colton for sure, a little greying of his hair at the temples and he has one completely white eyeball that suggests he’s partially blind. The other so dark brown in comparison that you can’t help but react when you see it. A raggedy awful looking scar running from cheek to forehead and passing right through, so deep you can tell he was wounded pretty badly whenever this happened and it’s literally the first thing you see.

she said sharply. Barry, who normally didn’t appreciate being ordered around, frowned slightly. “Alright. Rest for a bit.” He opened the car door and got out. Just as he was about to confront whoever hit their car, a group of thuggish men stepped out from the other vehicle. They were dressed like street punks, tattoos of tiger heads clearly visible on their arms—an unmistakable symbol of the underground gambling world, even if Barry didn’t frequent casinos. Four of them got out, each holding a baseball bat and a cigarette dangling from their lips. They approached him with malicious intent.

He hadn't seen it coming and so had the other men. I had punched directly into his face, arranging the position of his nose. Blood spilled immediately and he grabbed his nose painfully for a while before looking at me and charging at me like a wounded bull. I stood there with arms folded and before he could ram into me, the men were already holding him back. "What's going on here?!" Barrymore said as he came to stand before us all. "She punched me!" Barrymore turned to me with a frown on his face. "Why would you do that?"

Next, I step forward in slow and easy steps, not showing one flinch of fear… Then… I lift the bat and draw it back over my shoulder… It swings through the air with a swift speed; I can hear the whoosh it makes as it passes by my ear and flings to the front of me. I can see the tiny blades of the barbwire start piercing into the skin of the creature as it makes a direct impact with its dirty and bloodied face. With one squish sound, the skin erupts, and the blood spatters from his face and drops to the floor in a pitter-patter… Connor only nods at me.

Barney barked, perfectly confident since it was three against one. As his lackeys leapt forward, Vicky tactfully took a step back and felt a sudden gust behind her right then! Frank had charged forward at the speed of light! Thud! Thud! With two dull thuds, both lackeys were sent flying. "What the—" Barney himself had barely walked two steps forward with his baseball club and was already left gaping. What the hell was he?! He did not even see Frank move—the man just suddenly turned into a blur, and Barney's lackeys were promptly sent flying!

We're? The sound of glass shattering snapped my attention to the brawl happening just a few feet away from me. I gasped at the sight. Lucas was on Baron in the same position he just had me in. His fist, red and hot and rage-filled coming down on Baron's face that was already gushing out blood from every hole. The Baron before my eyes right now was not the same I saw five minutes ago. This one had his face bleeding heavily, nose crooked to the side in an unnatural way, one eye bulging and red, and the other dripping blood from the side.

Kieran faced Jashen Lou while Barbie faced Hange Lou. Barbie relied solely on her daggers as she faced the Bone Manipulator, refusing to use her lightning yet. She pressed both daggers up as her opponent's bone sword was brought down aiming at her head again. Barbie quickly noted that Hange Lou like to force his strength against his opponent. "You're strong, midget," Hange told Barbie who was struggling at his weight. He was bigger, much bulkier, heavier than Barbie. And so his strength was five times than hers. "But not enough to defeat me!"