Jesse Pinkman Gif Novels & Stories

Even the cook peeked out from behind the order window. Across from me, Jessa just stood there, eyes wide, frozen mid-step like her brain hadn’t caught up yet. Then her hand flew up to cover her mouth — part shock, part oh my god, did that just happen? I leaned back in the booth, trying not to grin. “Well,” I muttered, “that’s one way to kill the gossip.” Jessa shot me a look, somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “Did she seriously just—” “Yep,” I said. “Full send. Zero hesitation.”

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

She looked excited and anxious to know how well it would play out. “Our bait today might not be Harper,” I broke the silence between us. “I gave Jerry the drink,” I added. Her brows corked for a second like she was trying to read my reasons. But they were clear. “He deserves it after the stunt he pulled just now,” I helped her out. Her camera redirected to Jerry, who was enjoying the gist around the table. Jasmine's camera stayed steady, her lips curling into a sly grin. “Let’s see how long that grin lasts,” she whispered.

Jerson quietly put an ample amount of cooked rice on his plate and an egg, bacon, and the fried spam. Vishnu was smiling the whole time. “Why does it seem like we’re a newlywed couple?” he asked. Jerson stopped for a few seconds before glaring at the Prosecutor. “Enough with your jokes, Vishnu. Just shut up and eat” Vishnu stopped and made Jerson look in his direction. Vishnu was pouting his lips and it was the first time Jerson witnessed such a rare sight. The ruthless Prosecutor was pouting his lips and it was a sight only for Jerson to behold.

Out of utter curiosity, Jasper and I studied the paper Nathaniel just showed us. It was a photo of someone's conversation that involves business payment transactions. And it says the other person in the conversation is the killer sending a visual confirmation of a dead wolf. So, I checked the list on my phone and just found out two of them were already deleted. From fifteen, it goes down to thirteen. And while staring at Joshua and Justine's names, my worries and fears could not help but emerge on their own.

“Can I get a black coffee, two sugars?” Jessie nodded, tapping on the screen. “Coming right up.” As she started preparing his drink, Graham lowered his voice slightly. “Hey, quick question. You ever notice anything weird around here lately? Sketchy folks? People hanging around outside a little too long?” Jessie blinked, pausing mid-scoop. “Weird how?” “You know,” he said, glancing sideways, “like guys who don’t come for the coffee. Just… linger. Look nervous.” She laughed a little, brushing her ponytail over her shoulder.

A sense of unease settled immediately in her stomach. The message contained no text. Only an image. Jessica opened it. For several seconds she didn't understand what she was looking at. Then she realised. A photograph. Taken through the window of a café. The volunteer sat at a table with friends. Laughing. Talking. Completely unaware she was being photographed. Jessica zoomed in. Her pulse quickened. There, reflected faintly in the glass opposite, stood a familiar figure. Ethan Blake. The image quality was poor. The reflection blurred.

Though, that would have been really tempting. "And what flimsy, made-up excuse are you going to tell your friends for leaving this early?" She asked, fiddling on the top buttons of Jesse's long-sleeved denim shirt. He was wearing a white graphic tee underneath it, with a printed Mona Lisa provocatively sucking on a red lollipop. He looked so boyish and fresh with his new look, it was actually driving K crazy.

The young man didn’t know when to stop talking. “Hey Dennis, knock it off, Sport. Stop going back and forth with this guy. He’s crazy.” FBI Agent Mark James warned Agent Vernon like a father speaking firmly to his son. “This guy killed seventeen people without blinking an eye. I don’t think you want to carry a conversation with him.” FBI Agent James continued to see if he could talk some sense into Agent Vernon. Agent James was in his fifties, but he looked young for his age. He had a stocky build, like a boxer, and he had a goatee that came to a point under his chin. Agent James also had a golden blonde mullet that made him look like an 80s rockstar.

"Ms. Hunter, you must have a good nose for news. The Internet police just arrested a group of suspects who illegally photoshopped pornographic photos... Among them is the guy who photoshopped Jessica and Hammer to blacken their images..." After Ms. Hunter said something, Gail nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, Ms. Hunter. You know Jessica’s character well. Sorry, I have to hang up if there is nothing else. Bye." Gail decisively hung up and rolled her eyes. "She is such a snob!” Jessica smiled faintly. Jessica was used to that. She would be surprised if those people around her suddenly became loyal and friendly one day. "Jess, the timing of the police officer's arrests is perfect!" Gail