Bulletbarry Face Novels & Stories

"Aim for the head, but don't shoot the barn. We don't want to shoot one of ours by accident." Crap. I hadn't even thought about that. What if I shot someone inside the barn? Grant took his first shot, and a teenage girl with blood-soaked blond hair bounced off an apple-shaped woman in front of her, and rolled to the dirt. I took aim at the back of Businessman's head. What was left of his cheek dangled from his jaw, showing off his complete set of molars as he continued to scrub his face up and down. His nose was probably long gone by now. Gross.

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.

Looking at the person with a flushed face and a wide smile, it immediately turned small when I saw the person I had collided with. "Hey there, Little Bunny" ---

Even in the dim light, there was no mistaking the dangerous aura radiating from him—an Alpha's fury in its purest form. "Who the fuck are you?" Yellow Teeth stammered, momentarily startled by the intrusion. Scar Face rose from my body, turning toward the door with a snarl. "Who's interrupting my fun? You must have a death wish!" The man stepped forward, still shrouded in shadow. I couldn't make out his features clearly. What I could see clearly, however, was the Silver Bullet Gun in his hand, leveled directly at Scar Face. Before anyone could react—BANG!

Long bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell at a glance whether he was a zombie. He stared at Hayley and slowly broke into a sweet, innocent smile. A smile full of sharp fangs. "Raarh!"

Most turned away, not wanting anything to do with the woman. Eva’s voice suddenly filled the bar. “So. Which one of you is Andronicus ‘Slugfest’ Gordy?” Her voice was projected through the helmet, so she could be heard clearly. Her tone made it obvious that she was unafraid of any of them. Her DI had scanned the entire bar, but not a single person had a public-facing identity. Well, except for the bartender. And he definitely wasn’t ‘Slugfest’. “Who’s asking?” asked a thug.

Similarly, Barbata copied Ate Lauraa's hiss, and Barbata imitated Ate Lauraa. Kase, kase, kase! The next time you call, I'll take a picture of you from an angle where I won't be able to see your face, and I'll send it to your ass-faced husband. As I already stated, he is not a better match for you. " Barbara made an important vow. She is well-versed in every subject imaginable. And it's a shiver-inducing experience for everyone. She is the crazy one and his brother as well, but she is completely transparent to the rest of us.

Its breath tingles my ear for a while. Reluctantly, I peep sideways. I wish I hadn't. I face the ugliest flat face I have ever come across in my life. He outperforms Jared’s excessive acne face. Murad’s yellow teeth. And Dhairya’s lusty eyes. ‘Huh?’ I blink at him a couple of times. What in the living satan a devil like him doing on the face of the planet? You lost, Buddy? Must be one of a frying pan in charge of the burning hell!

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 looked at the alpha, though not panicking and the alpha raised his brow in surprise. They forced the door opened and dragged Barbara out, they were trying to force her into their car. Steve’s hands were up in surrender and face down, as well as his betas. Barbara would not let them drag her into the car, she feared the worse and she decided to fight for her life. Her fangs emerged and her eyeballs became yellow, she scratched one of them on the face.