Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

he said into the dying eyes of the one he had thought was his friend a tear slipped down his eye as he stared at the surprised look on barry’s face “i...” barry stopped head falling forward, he pulled a small sword from barry’s waist and beheaded barry the head rolling on the floor, as the body fell to the floor hard

The warm glow of the overhead lights illuminated the polished surface of the bar, where patrons leaned in, sharing stories and secrets over their drinks. The bartender, a tall man with a rugged charm, stood behind the counter, effortlessly mixing cocktails with a fluidity that spoke of years spent in this bustling environment. His short, tousled dark hair framed a face that bore the marks of experience—laugh lines etched around his bright blue eyes, which sparkled with friendly warmth. A well-groomed beard added a touch of sophistication to his otherwise casual appearance, and the black apron he wore was adorned with a few colorful stains from his craft.

Ford's eyes flick over to me, pity flooding them. "Fuck you, Axton" i spit at him, pissing him off. I'm not the kind of guy to lay there and take it, but i definately make it worse. To fucking bad. He cringes, wiping my spit from his face. He punches my gut, but holds me up with his hand. Another grunt from me, and then my fist hits his face. I'm not super bulky like them, but I've hit him a couple times. He growls, his eyes turning golden. "Wanna play, wolfie?" i taunt bak, even though my whole fucking body hurts. Axton shoves me hard into the wall.

I knew I was on the smaller side height-wise, but Barron must have been almost seven feet tall. “Why would I fight a tiny girl?” He laughed with the rest of the people, then turned to face me again, “I mean, what will it prove when I annihilate you?” He bent down and laughed in my face. Big mistake, Bozo! I grabbed his large meat head with both hands and yanked it down while raising my knee at the same time. His nose cracked when it made contact with my kneecap. He stumbled backwards, arched ober and holding his nose.

the makeup artist said and angrily left with her box. Her assistant, Julie, placed her hand on her cheek where Barbie had slapped her. It wasn't the first time, but her cheek burned with pain, and more tears fell from her eyes. "What are you crying for now?" Barbie asked. "If you don't want me to hit you, why do you bring such useless people to me? I asked you to get in touch with a professional makeup artist, and you brought me that piece of trash. Now look at my face. I am supposed to go out there in thirty minutes, and now I'm going to spend the whole time trying to fix my face up instead of getting ready for my show."

I asked cocking my head as I took a long swig from my water. "You're a wolf, I can sense it, and the Alpha genes in you, but yeah... Why aren't you healing? You had the strength out there, but your face still looks like you went ten rounds with Tyson Fury." He asked, sitting back against the bar stool to look over at the other marks on my face, bite marks on my arms and what I knew, if I looked, was a dislocated thumb.

He had a bold grimace. "Take her home" he instructed Barb who stood beside. It was when he turned to her, I also turned, still gloating at his lineament as though I was hypnotised. "Yes boss"Barb assured. It was then I realized the whole world wasn't just inhabited by Alejandro and I, but then Barbara was also inside. He sprouted back up, standing in his full glory. I couldn't stop staring, with my lips slightly cracked and paving way for potential houseflies to come in and inhabit.

a voice said behind me. “Right at it.” The bartender went to work promptly. I turned to look at the person who had just spoken. A middle-aged guy sat on the bar stool next to me. He had his brown hair slicked back with sufficient gel to last me a lifetime. He would have looked okay with his amber iris and pointed nose had it not been for his partially burnt face. I smiled politely to mask the gasp I would have let out. After all, he purchased a drink for me.

Upon hearing his name Barrett tenses. “Remember this, whatever happens you must avoid meeting anyone from the Norhmann Association. More importantly, that man who hurt Bill this much.” Faera’s words ring to her head, the man who caught Bill when he spied at the association, he was laid almost crippled and barely escaped death, if not for Faera’s blood he would have died. The main reason that Faera warned her not to dig further and let them resolve things alone, this man, using his human appearance to hide his monstrous self.

With his looks, madali lang siyang makakakuha ng atensiyon at hindi na bago 'yon. Pagpasok niya'y sumalubong sa kanya ang iba't ibang mukha ng mga babae. Binabalot ng make up na ikinukubli ng nakaduduling na ilaw sa loob ng bar. Pero namumukod tangi ang isang mukha. Hindi makapal ang make up pero litaw na litaw ang likas na magandang mukha. Matangkad na may perpektong katawan. Naka-tattered maong pants at spaghetti strap na pang-itaas. Dumapo ang mata niya sa dibdib nito dahil sa low neck line ng suot. Nag-init ang kanyang pakiramdam at pilit inaabala ang sarili sa pagkalikot sa cellphone.