Mrs Wallace Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Instead, I reached for the remote, needing noise, needing distraction, needing anything but the thoughts spiraling through my head and to drown her out. Fine. If she wanted to play savior to a con artist, that was her cross to carry. “Yeah, sit here and feel sorry for yourself,” she muttered. “That’ll fix everything.” The screen came to life. The news anchor’s voice filled the room. "Breaking news in the Wallace family case. After a swift trial, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace have been sentenced to life imprisonment without possibility of parole. Evidence of human trafficking, organ harvesting, and systematic abuse of minors proved overwhelming—"

Philip just raised his eyebrows indifferently and said, “For me, money really does grow on trees. No one has ever dared to fight with me for what I want, even the mysterious guest of Phoenix Pavilion.” Under everyone’s scrutiny, a burst of chill emanated from Philip’s body. With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he glanced at Rachel in the back. This woman who clearly knew him was pretending to be a stranger at this moment. Interesting. “Good, good!” Wallace clapped his hands and shouted, “You’re very gutsy! You’re very rich, right? I want to see exactly how rich you are!” Clap, clap! Wallace clapped his hands, and immediately, several employees in black suits rushed in before standi

She looked sweet, though obviously cowed by Myrna. “Excuse me Ms. Wallace,” the woman gave Poppy a half bow, almost like Poppy was royalty or something, “But Mr. Murray was wondering if you were feeling up to joining him for dinner?” Poppy swallowed. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be in the same room with him again. They always started off OK, but then somehow he got her naked and it all went downhill from there. “Ms. Wallace would be delighted, Michelle.” Myrna gave the woman a gracious smile and Michelle nodded and scurried away.

Wallace busied himself cooking and cleaning every day. One night, I felt particularly exhausted and went to bed early after dinner. The house was dark when Wallace crept into my room silently. Seeing the motionless figure in bed, Wallace grabbed a pillow and pressed it down hard on the blanket. He said in a venomous voice, "Rachel, go to hell!" However, he realized something was off the moment he touched the blanket. It didn't feel like there was a person lying under it. In shock, he pulled back the covers and found it stuffed with pillows.

“Shane doesn’t give a shit what happens to you now, slut, and you wouldn’t be the first guest of the cage to get worked over by the grunts before the boss finishes you off.” Mia curled into herself, back pressed against the wall, as she watched Wallace. Her stomach curled with dread as he went to a large cabinet. The angle wasn’t good enough for her to see everything within, but she saw enough implements of torture to send an icy trickle of sweat down her spine. He returned a few minutes later holding something composed of metal and leather. She eyed it, struggling not to betray her fear at the sight of

“Thanks. Gonna need brain-bleach to get rid of that image.” Cassie chuckles and takes a half-bow. “My pleasure.” I sigh, doing my best to repress images of Martha Wilkins (all three-hundred pounds of her) enjoying the latest Mills & Boon novel, say Midnight in the Desert, Midnight in the Summer, or, predictably, Midnight in the Harem. “All right, then. You’re free. Nothing coming until Monday morning. Got a shipment of comic books due. The York Book Emporium from Pennsylvania is sending us some of their overstock.”

I ignored him. My boots thudded across the floorboards as I yanked the clothes from the chair where someone—probably Elira—had folded them neatly. My hands were rough, movements clipped and violent as I shoved my legs into my pants and tugged a shirt over my head. The fabric dragged across healing skin, catching slightly on the newest scars. Every part of me was on edge. Tight. Ready to rip something—or someone—apart. The door creaked open behind me. “I’m just checking to see if you’re covered up now,” Wallace called as he stepped inside, a grin in his voice. “She’s very sensitive to seeing naked men, y’know. Jumped out of her skin when she saw me.”

“Nothing living. But Julia’s fond of surprises.” Valerie’s stutter spiked. “Like the time she hid snakes in your locker?” “Or the time she forged my signature on a love letter to the math teacher,” I muttered. “Though that one backfired when he showed up at my door.” Dawson snorted. “Your life’s a soap opera, Wallace.” “Says the man who shot his way out of a Colombian prison.” “Allegedly.” He clicked the magazine into place. “You ever gonna ask how I really know Ace’s mom?”

Elena glanced around, everyone was looking quite nervous, though she could admit she was nervous as well that it was evident on her face, she just wants to get over it, her grandmother was on drugs and she needed the money to pay for it, if not her grand mother may end up dying. Her eyes glanced around for Emily, his daughter, maybe she had gone to school, sh thought, she really wanted to see Emily, it was rumored that she was female version of the devil herself. She knew all about his dead wife and she was quite sorry for him, but what could she do? she was in no position to comfort him. "Alright everyone, I personally will be judging this show" Nathan hale voice boomed out and everyone wa

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END