Lance Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

I took another sip, savoring the flavor as it rushed down my throat and throughout my body. “You did a good job maintaining self-control,” Lance said, giving me a sexy smile. “If I would have known that you were so drained, I would have fed you myself.” “Umm... be careful what you offer.” One corner of my lips curled into a smile. “I just may take you up on it later.” Then something dawned on me. “Do you think Jack the Ripper was a vampire gone wild?” Lance chuckled. “He was. The Leader of the Vampire Faction in London tracked him down and ended up taking him out.”

“Lance. Behave. Or I swear I’ll tell Dante you were flirting with his woman again.” Lance’s smile didn’t even flicker. “I’m not flirting. I’m appreciating art. There’s a difference.” I stepped closer, slow, deliberate until I was in his space, close enough he could smell the poison and the blood and the barely-leashed violence on my skin. “Keep smiling at me like that,” I said with a grin, “and I’ll carve that grin off your face and wear it as a mask.” His pupils blew wide and he swallowed.

My voice came out stronger than I felt, while my body betrayed me with a slight tremor. He didn't even flinch at my harsh tone. Instead, he leaned closer with an unsettling smile. "Don't struggle, Serena. The more you fight, the tighter the ropes become. We wouldn't want marks ruining your skin." His eyes gleamed unnaturally. "My work must be perfect." A chill ran down my spine. "What work? What are you planning to do?" Lance flicked on a lamp nearby, illuminating the dim room. My breath caught in my throat as I finally saw what surrounded us - dozens of disturbing paintings hanging on the walls. Each featured nude women bound in various positions, their expressions twisted in unmistakable p

"Because I know you. Better than you think." I glanced at Lance. He was frozen in place, eyes full of terror. "You used him." "Of course I did," Richard said, stepping further into the chapel. "He’s a worm. He just needed the right pressure. A little fear. A little guilt. And he folded like paper." I reached slowly into my coat pocket. My fingers brushed the cool metal of the pocket knife Adam insisted I carry. Richard noticed. "Ah, ah, ah," he chided, raising the gun. "Let’s not pretend you can win this."

Both Lance and Forde blinked. The two of them were completely lost. "When did we ever chop anyone?" Forde could not help asking. Lance thought about it and asked, "Do you think he was talking about the slashing just now?" "Victim mentality much?" Forde muttered. "I know, right?" Lance answered. The truck driver stared. His nerves were close to snapping. "Seriously? Weren't you just talking about chopping me up with all the slashing? If I hadn't confessed, you would've definitely chopped me into pieces!"

Larry decided to go out to get his mind off things. Suddenly there is a shooting of about eight guys armed with rifles firing at the crowd. As Larry sees bodies fall to the ground, he runs for cover and, being the accurate shooter, shoots two guys through the head with two bullets. His guys all have bulletproof vests; lucky for that. He then tells his guy to fire at the guy on the left for distraction. They are now focused on his guy firing from the left. Larry then gets a gap and can kill another two guys. The guy with a dagger on the neck says, “давай убираемся отсюда" “let's get out of here" as they take off. Larry and his guys now chase after them in an SUV, bumping them off the road int

Lance chuckles and takes a bite from his pizza. " Eat, baby. The sooner we finish the meal,the faster you can cum." Cliff says,his eyes on his food. I bite my lower lip and turn to my pizza. We continue eating in silence, well except for the occasional moans and groans that escapes me. " Do you think we should let her come?" Lance finally asks after what feels like forever. I feel myself losing it. My body is trembling from holding off an orgasm for so long. My clit is throbbing, begging for more.

Images of being held up and fucked against a wall flashed as he closed his eyes, Lance riding him without ever needing to stop, Lance holding his wrists while he pounded into Clyde, Lance bent completely in half while he got fucked from behind. The additional film reel only distracted him for a second, but it was enough for Lance to growl at him. The unfamiliar sensation of that low, chesty sound against his ass made his eyes spring open, and the intent was obvious. Lance wanted to watch, wanted him to watch, when he came apart. He came just like that, Lance’s eyes like burning coals while his mouth was busy absolutely ruining him, hand gripped tight around Clyde’s cock. He came in bursts, t

He struggled pulling on his hand trying to realize his claws so he could get space between them. Lance grinned watching Bruce panic. He winked at Bruce and then slowly pressed his claws into Bruce’s stomach. Bruce let out a small yell of pain as he felt them puncture his abdomen. Bruce’s free hand went to try to stop Lance from pushing them further into his stomach. Lance smirked watching Bruce make a poor decision. Lance acted quickly and plunged his free hand’s claws into Bruce’s throat. Bruce's eyes widened as he quickly realized his error. Bruce gripped Lance by the arm as his eyes started to roll back into his head. Blood seeping out around Lance’s claws.

“The Banshee did that?” Lance Armistice said contemplatively from across the cluttered desk. The hard-nosed trainee captain, after listening patiently to Allen’s retelling of Morose’s story, roughly stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Although not the giant that Frank Brunes was nor as beefy as some of the other Hunters, Lance possessed an appearance of constant agitation, which made him difficult to approach.