Lance Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

I stared at her, but she looked away. It had already felt strange when she insisted on driving today. She used to be terrified of driving. She had even delayed getting her license for years because of it. David sighed. "Enough. Stop making a scene. The boy is already gone. There's no point causing trouble here. Fine, let's add another 5 grand. 25 grand in total. That's my final offer. Take the money, go home, and sort out the funeral." I looked at them and suddenly laughed.

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.

I watched him click away until I saw Lance walking towards a man in a chair who was crying. “The dude has already lost half a finger and a hand” He chuckled. “He was stealing to pay his gambling debt, so Jack is making him bet with his own body parts” “Fuck that’s sick as” I laughed loving it. “What is he losing now?” “His leg” We both watched as Lance started to swing an axe while singing away to himself. “Hi ho hi ho to chop off a leg we go” “Please no” The man begged All the while Lance was grinning like a crazy man, we watched as the axe connected with the leg. Bloody splattered all over Lance and landed on both Jack and Warren.

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.

Lance closed his eyes with thoughts in his mind. So these how I die, without doing anything or revenge my parents. A tear drop rolls down his cheek. "Bang! bang! bang! The sounds of gun shot echos the air however lance did not feel any pain or feel the drop of blood. He opens his eyes. An image of a man on top hat on a black suit and a trench coat, his red eyes gleaming in the dark holding a cigar and a gun standing at the door. The man from before begins to walk towards lancelot.

That was also a reason why the Hillguard Gang was slightly weaker than Serpent Hall in most aspects. Lance clenched his fist, producing a surge of spiritual energy that revealed him to be a level two warrior king. "I'll make you regret laying a hand on my people!" Lance was a ruthless person who preferred not to waste his breath. He charged straight at Severin in the blink of an eye and punched Severin directly in the chest without holding back. "Hmph. Who do you think you are?" Severin let out a cold snort, clenched his fist, and enveloped it with some spiritual energy before punching his opponent.

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.