Pulp Fiction Dead Storage Novels & Stories

I crashed onto the floor and passed out cold. A high fever swallowed me like fire. My dreams were full of the suffocation of drowning in the icy river, and the coldness on Julian's face when he threw my bags out the window. A loud email notification ripped me out of my nightmare. I was dripping in cold sweat, my whole body aching like it had been dismantled. I grabbed my hot phone by the pillow. It was an urgent email from my law professor. I opened the attachment. It was a security video. But it had been maliciously edited. The start and end were cut. No footage of Scarlett burning me with her cigarette. No footage of the mobsters beating me up.

She turned sharply toward Sarah. Sarah's mind went completely blank. She had only moved Elena's "Into Stillness" recently. She had deemed it unthreatening and stored it away to gather dust in a small gallery she had purchased after returning to the country. She figured she would deal with it eventually, or maybe never. She could let it rot in the dark while her own work glittered in the front hall, praised and admired. It symbolized the stark contrast between how things ended for her and Elena. How did it end up with Cecilia?

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

Edward was dead. He had a heart attack after Jenny enraged him, and despite attempts to revive him, he died on the spot. With a heavy heart, I took care of Edward’s funeral arrangements before immediately calling the police. From that day on, Jenny and Marcus Grange, along with those thugs, would pay dearly for what they had done! In the past, I might have let them off the hook out of respect for Edward. However, now that Jenny had killed the only person protecting her and caused her own father’s death, I would make her suffer a thousand times over!

Liquor for instance. The coffee shop is welcoming, soothing and calm. With the usual designs you often see on a typical coffee shops. Chalkboards that are scribbled with random names and words, most I can't even pronounce, serve as a window behind Jean. “You fucked the billionaire Jordan Crown?” Jean exclaims, her eyes looking like two huge marbles. “Lower your voice,” I shush her. I glance around, watching consciously if anyone must have heard her. “Yes, I had sex with him. Don't make it sound bad.”

The aftershocks hit again with resounding force. The entire office building shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. Gerald Parker, a new employee at our company, suddenly shoved me. I fell straight into a heap of scattered desks and chairs. At that moment, a loose cement slab tilted and slammed down on my arm. The pain was so intense that I nearly blacked out. "Gerald! I'm coming for you!" Just then, I saw my wife, Meghan Hudson. She covered her mouth and nose as she shoved the office door open, panic written all over her face.

"Aren't you afraid your family will fall with us?" "Fall with you?" Vincenzo laughed. His voice was dripping with mockery. "I stopped caring the day Ella died. This family and its businesses mean nothing to me now." He raised his hand, and his men shoved the elders to the floor. "I want to know something. Was my Papa involved in Sofia's fake pregnancy and the plot against Ella?" The elders froze. Nobody dared answer. Vincenzo took a step forward and pulled out a gun. He pressed it to the temple of the lead elder. "Answer me!"

The man pointed toward the mortuary wing. "We checked twice." Silence. Terrible silence. Then Fiona walked quickly toward the cold storage area. Her footsteps echoed through the corridor. One drawer after another. Rows of steel compartments. The attendant nervously opened the correct one. Fiona looked inside. And felt genuine shock. The drawer was empty. Joel Aliet's body was gone. Not moved. Not misplaced. Gone. And somewhere behind another corridor, Patricia overheard the commotion. Her heart nearly stopped. Because if Joel's body had disappeared...

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.