Lance Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

"Oh, but it is. You might've fooled your friends, but you didn't fool me. I always knew you weren't really one of us. That's why you could never be the true alpha. Even if your father was the alpha, you weren't his son." "And yet, here I am, beating you." "You didn't beat me," Lance says. "I let you win." "Why would you do that?" Parker asks. "Because I wanted you to know who you were before I killed you," Lance says with a twisted grin. "I'm going to do that now." With a burst of speed, he lunges at Parker, but Parker is ready for him. He sidesteps Lance's attack, and then he pins him down with a paw on each side of his head.

Lance was on his knees, licking our Head Nun down there. As if he sensed my presence, he looked directly into my eyes. A sickening expression crossed his face as he pulled his lips away from the Head Nun. "It seems it's been too long, Head Nun. I might need to put my c—k inside you right now," Mr. Lance said, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the ground. I watched, frozen in horror, as he tied the Head Nun's eyes. He roughly yanked her from the praying bench and turned her around. Still looking straight into my eyes, he slid his 'thing' into the Head Nun’s bottom. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes, unable to believe what I was seeing. How could the Head Nun defile such a sa

Ariel "You are hurt." Lance's voice breaks my state of shock as he crouches beside me, inspecting my whole body before his eyes land on the scrunched paper on the floor. I watch him quietly as he unfolds the paper and his face immediately turns sour at the content. Lance growls and aggressively punches the tree next to him and it breaks instantly. Impressive, right? "You're mine" his glowing eyes snap to mine as if he just realised I was here. His body is shaking, and dark fur starts to replace his skin as his breath comes out heavily.

Russo asked, pointing at the stuffed purple panda inside. I nodded, determined. “Yes.” “Isn't that a little weird? A purple panda?” He smirked. “Well, let me try.” I scoffed. “Please, move, you’re not winning this.” “Wanna bet?” I crossed my arms, challenging. “Go ahead.” He cracked his knuckles dramatically before gripping the joystick, his tongue poking out slightly as he maneuvered the claw. I watched, skeptical, until— The claw gripped the panda. Lifted it. Dropped it into the prize chute.

But Alice was blinded by her own pain. “Don't touch me!” His jaw made a crunching sound as she rammed her elbow into his groin. The pain came in a blinding whiteness that he had to blink away to contain. “Fuck!” She jabbed him again, this time he didn't react to it, he just stood there, silent. Staring down at his boss that he was supposed to protect. Lance wore a painful expression, and it wasn’t because of the bullet wound. Don Caroni was dead. A man he respected-loved. The man he was to be glued to on this journey. And he didn’t even know how it happened.

One of the agents dashed to him and helped him. “Sir, are you okay?” He asked. “Don’t worry about me.” Lance said and pushed the man away. He noticed Pavel walking towards him in slow motions and he realized that the day had come to fight the leader of the syndicate himself. Lance picked up his gun and deliberately shot at Dario hitting his shoulder. Dario bellowed with pain and dropped his gun but he continued walking toward Lance and when he was closer, Lance dropped his gun, a signal that he wanted to fight Dario one on one.

Do you accept or die" Lance squeezing his hands looking at the corpse of his mother. He lifts his head and his eyes glaring ferociously and speaks. "I WILL MURDER EVERYONE THAT DID THIS TO ME" "Good! You got good spirits, There is no mercy for you. You are weak and I shall enroll you to a mafia institute of deaths door called point black. The only way for you to become strong is to survive death and be reborn" Puffff! he blows his cigar to his face. Lance looking at the cigar smoke falls asleep and when he squeezed his eyes open. He roam his eyes and he was in a room like a prison with a single bed and a toilet close by on a white track suit jacket and pants.

Severin let out a cold snort, clenched his fist, and enveloped it with some spiritual energy before punching his opponent. A loud, dull blast was heard, and Lance was hurled backward a few seconds later. After crashing heavily on the ground, he tasted a metallic sweetness at the base of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Elder!" The other guys had horrified expressions as they ran over and helped Lance up. "Damn it! His attainment is on the level of our gang leader!"

I started to retort, my voice rising to a low hiss, "He was serious, Luna, t--" Luna waved my words away, muttering, "Besides, you need this party. Need the rush of booze flowing through your system; hazing your sense of pain and--gah!" Luna suddenly yelped loudly, I jumped: panic making my heart thud frantically in my chest as I snapped my head around. I calmed a bit when I noticed no one was with us. "What," I whispered to her harshly, "was that about?" "I think some of your morbid poetic messages are starting to rub off on me." She twisted her face, and rubbed her right elbow over her other arm in a show of cleaning off dirt from her skin.

He did not want to stay since she was giving him the cold shoulder. Ted chased after him and said, "Mister Penn, our agreement has to be canceled." "What do you mean?" asked Wilbur coldly. Ted sighed and said, "You just provoked Barry Lance. You should know that his younger brother is Xavier Lance, and he's in the mafia. People died because of him. I do like making money, but I prefer being alive." Wilbur turned cold and said, "You accepted my money." "I can give you a refund," Ted replied.