Evil Barry Allen Novels & Stories

The bartender hollered irritably from behind the counter. Backing down, the man allowed him to pass. Stepping out onto the street, Allen removed the old pistol from its holster. His heart pounding and thoughts a mess, he sprinted into the direction people had fled. Abandoning fear at some point on that bar stool, he raced towards the square driven forward by the simplistic desire for retribution after the pain and suffering he had endured.

"You don't just call him. If I give out his info he’ll kill me. He’ll actually peel my skin off. You don't understand who he is." "And if you don't give it to me, I dump your entire hard drive to the cartel you’re stealing from," I say, my tone flat. "You have five seconds, Barry. Do you want to die today, or do you want to take a gamble that I’ll keep my mouth shut?" "I can't," he whimpers. "One." "Please." "Two." "Fuck! Okay! Okay!" Poor Barry is breathing hard. "I don’t know if he has a phone, but there’s a place in Brooklyn where my boss told his buddy he met with him."

Evelyn tried to fight the darkness, tried to memorize faces, license plates, anything. But the world was already slipping away. The van door slammed shut. And Evelyn was gone. The hum of the overhead fluorescent lights filled the silence, sterile and oppressive. Detective Mason stood across the table, arms crossed, eyes locked on the man handcuffed to the steel chair. Niles Carr. Former government agent, he is now retired and also involved in operations too dirty for public record. Carr’s lip was split, and blood clung to the edge of his collar, but his stare was defiant.

I was perspiring lightly. “Boss… You okay?” “I’m,” my voice was too loud, too tight. I took another breath as the dark-web site opened. “I’m fine,” I replied in a calmer tone. “These fucking bottom feeders,” I continued distractedly, “they make my skin crawl.” Barry was silent. He knew what Ed was all about and what I had to do to get info from him. I had met Edison Tanner in prison. He was getting his head busted in, and I had helped out.

Black suggests, making my blood boil. I fisted my hands, picking up my pace. "Alpha Alarick. There you are." Morrison and his son say as they come behind us along with both of their betas. "That's me. Why are you looking for me? Is something wrong?" I asked, trying to mask the real reason I was down here.

Barry continued on the other end of the line, “I’m in the parking lot. Come down and meet me. I have something to say to you. I know you won’t want me to go to your mother’s ward to look for you. After all, you should know that your mother doesn’t want to see me.” Barry forced Evelyn to go down to meet him by threatening to disturb Helena. Evelyn was already used to Barry’s despicableness, so she was very calm as she said indifferently, “Just come up if you want to, as long as you’re not afraid of me calling the police.”

“The law can’t judge you. If the death broadcast lets you live, we’ll go over and kill you!” “F*ck you! I’m 30 years old and still single. Not only did you f*cking kill so many people, you also want to play with more people and men? We have to kill you!” However, under Rainier’s encouragement, Barnett suddenly became much more clear-headed. Crack! The bolt was pulled out. Creak! The animal trap was opened, and the barbs on it also hooked onto Barzel’s flesh and pulled it down. “Ah! Ah –”

David hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed to investigate. Allen is still standing in place and fell into deep thinking. Who is the one who wants to kill him desperately? Allen can't think of someone who hated him in West Coast City, if he thought of someone, it would be Erick, but he has been taken to prison by Allen, and it is said that his company has been closed down, it shouldn’t be him! But if it is not Erick, who is it?

Barry had the decency to drop his gaze, but his hands were still clamped on the doorframe. "He is a master manipulator, Brigail. He lies like a rug. He will fabricate stories about me to make you think badly of me!" "It's like listenin' to a freakin' broken record with you two! Eli Michealson is Satan. Barry Carrolton is Judas. Well, guess what, I don't freakin' care! Stop usin' me as your pawn in this little perverse game you two have," Brigail snapped. "If you two want to have a pissin' contest, do it in your own backyard."

It felt like he knew alot about her. "I heard you used to be my student few years back." Tomás said with a warm smile. Jennifer looked at Ray once more; this was what this night was for, the night for answers. *** Erica's eyes remained fixed on her phone as she continued to call Jennifer, the phone kept dialing off saying the number couldn't be reached. Her gaze drifted back to the TV screen as the news anchor's word echoed more in her ears. "Still on breaking news, Morris Bala, confirmed to be the butler to Chairman Evans has been reportedly arrested and taken into custody." Erica's jaw dropped, as pictures of Morris been led away in handcuffs displayed on the screen.