Lance Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

I frown at his words, what does he mean by special breed? “Lance is a mafia and also a werewolf”

A piercing stab into my abdomen followed, this one deeper than the last. Death by a thousand cuts. Lance liked to take his time before getting to organs and limbs. The screaming was fun for him. I was different. I went straight to work. Killing was a chore. Just another job. Not a fun kink. Nevertheless, I was flawless at it. Studied before attempting Marino's sick preferred method of torturous death. Lance moved back, light on his feet, movements quick despite what I took from him. He laughed hoarsely. “Still think you’re better? My charm made those words sparkle. My kills were—" Lance mouthed off.

Sounds of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the quiet house as the military showed up. "Lance Nichols, you're under arrest for attempting, aiding, and abetting murder. You have the right to remain silent as everything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law!" Another man, separate from the group, announced in a firm voice as he walked into the living room. Lance grimaced and placed the muzzle of the pistol on the side of his head. "I'd rather die than live with werewolves!" Outside the house, the sound of a gunshot sent shivers down the spine of many.

"I want to ride you like the bitch that you are." "And you'll be dying like the bastard that you are." My heart thumped as I heard Giovanni's voice. My gaze flickered to the entrance as the first shot rang out, the bullet struck Lance in his hand. Then the second bullet, his crotch because he was gripping onto it. "You son of a bitch!" He growled. "And you'll be dying by his hand," Giovanni said, releasing the last bullet into his chest. "You don't lay your filthy hands on what's mine."

His anger was revived when the madman smiled and bowed to him like he hadn’t done anything wrong, Lance turned to make sure they were alone in the room and once he was sure, he approached the fucker, lifted him off the chair and punched him on the face, not once, but severally until his face bled. “You idiot, I told you if I found out you were lying to me it would be the end of you, you lied to my face, made an innocent woman suffer and you have the mind to be smiling like you didn’t do anything wrong?” Lance yelled out to him as he let him go and the fucker collapsed to his knees in front of him. Lance took a breath to control his anger but it was pointless as he just had to look at the man

I laugh, tossing a pillow at him. “Yes I licked you!” He admits after a pause. “Why? I have alpha blood, I can heal myself!” I ask astonished by such an act. I watch Lance as he stands up from the edge of the bed and paces the floor. His hands run through his hair in frustration or from anger due to a bad memory that he is trying to fight internally. “Lance?” I push. “Because…” He turns raising his voice before stopping. “Because the thought of another man’s saliva in your blood drives me insane!”

, I paused and cleared my throat, "someone of your years" Alan's face grew red with mortification and he stood abruptly. "I won't stay here and have this chit insult me, Langford". With that he stalked off and my dad blubbered something under his breath, his face red in embarrassment as he rushed off after his friend. Well, good riddance, I sighed and leaned back into my seat. I took a sip of the wine, enjoying my hard work. "I wonder if you'll be able to 'get it up' with me", a sensual voice said and the hairs on my body stood ramrod straight.

I had forgotten about him for the last few weeks as I was having a good time with my new friends. My eyes rested on his composed persona while all kinds of thoughts on how I could expose him to the whole world devoured my brain. Lance was a monster in a suit. Beneath that expensive attire and that gentlemanly facade, he was a manipulative bastard who deserved to rot in the darkest prison cell. His cold, aquamarine eyes met mine for a brief moment and my blood froze in my veins. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled as a result of smiling at whatever Director Emilia Dior was telling him.

I wanted to get on delivering the justice he deserved. Lance took out his hood from over his head and revealed his face. He had a different face now, the seemingly polished face that swoon the girls at school had turned to beaten and hardened. He had grown a little bit of facial hair and had no regard for his haircut. Before, he was prim-looking but now, he seemed a killer was standing in front of me. A few meters gap between us, Lance took out a transparent bottle and played it in his hand. “I know you are familiar with this. New inventions of our Coven,” he smiled mockingly.

“Bianca is currently covering both of Starr’s ears and she is also closing her eyes.” “Bianca?” “The one who became Madame Celine’s friend.” “I want to see my daughter.” Zak nodded and went to Bianca to talk to her. Lance removed his black leather jacket, revealing his fit, muscular physique in his black shirt and black pants. He used a jacket to wipe his hand and face until the blood stain disappeared. He placed the jacket on the face of the man’s corpse he had been punching until he died. Not because he felt sorry for him but so that Starr wouldn’t see it.