Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

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.

They were the only ones not wearing masks, their faces bare and sweat-streaked. The male bartender approached us. He had a scarred eyebrow and a smile that was way too practiced. "Ladies, welcome to the madhouse. What's your poison tonight?" "I'll have a club soda with a lime," I said quickly. I didn't want to give him any reason to think I was drinking. "And a bourbon on the rocks for my friend here. She needs it." "Coming right up, beautiful," he said, winking at me before spinning around to grab the bottles.

A smile smeared on my face. Boom!

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.

Karolia turned to face me, a scowl on her face. "Didn't you get another date besides this Barbie doll?"

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Barry was holding his spoon so tight that I fear it might break, the veins in his face were literally popping out, and he never passes on glaring at Jade who of course wasn't scared of him. Thinking about all that brings butterfly to my stomach. I don't know how Jade knew about my plan because I never told him and him understanding the assignment acted so well that Barry would think we were doing something behind his back. His facials were a killer, if we were in a video room he will win the most aggressive face and his face will be seen in all magazines, New York Times, Good morning USA, Gruff's show, name it.

I frowned and looked down at his hand struggling to push the scar face hand away from my arm but his hand didn't even move an inch. "Don't get in this, shithead." The scar face warned him calmly but he didn't seem to get back. I was about to say something but before I could the scar face pushed me away making me stumble back and landed a punch on the poor man's face, making him stumble back..he barely coped up with his steps. My breath hitched when the scar face raised his hand again to punch him but before he could I immediately gripped his arm pulling him back. He snapped his head down at me.