Pulp Fiction Divine Intervention Novels & Stories

“He is gone. Patricia has his statement. Divine is exposed.” “And us?” Samuel says. “Divine is the last piece,” I say. “Mercy testified. Matthew cooperated. The DA is investigating the accident. The estate fraud is in proceedings.” I pause. “Divine is the last person standing with full exposure and no cover.” “She will fight,” Samuel says. “She will,” I say. “And she will lose.” I pause. “Patricia will make sure of that.” I get out of the cab. Samuel follows. We stand on the sidewalk outside the diner.

Finally, he replied to her. “It would depend,” he concluded. “If I found friends before pigs evolved the ability to fly, I would find a way to genetically mutate them to gain that ability. However, if they started flying before I found any friends, I would exterminate their entire species. Thankfully, I found both at the same time. Consider this a form of digital divine intervention. Either that or the Godfather has mind-reading abilities. I would not be entirely surprised, seeing how he is in charge of the Trial of Fire.” Reminded briefly that external corruption investigations were still ongoing, Zen sobered.

I sip the water, “so what do you want now?” He laughs, “partnership amor”, he stands up and sits beside me, “we can be partners, with me as the perfect face for business and you? You help move my money. The FBI has been looking into your business for a while now, you know this…we can be partners” My blood begins boiling but I had to keep it cool, there was no way I was going to be partners with this old idiot “but there's no connection between your vineyard and my cartel, what partnership are you suggesting? plus the FBI knows better than to poke their nose in my business”

Randall hands were still shaking but not his words as his arms were being pushed back slowly. “Be honored, you will die in the hand of a Divine Mess--.” The Egregious being said. “Divine my ass!” Suddenly Priscilla leaped out of no where and punched the massive figure on his right chin with much force it cratered the grounds completely where the massive figure laid, that same moment, Randall maneuver himself out from the Divine fist. Hurled straight to the massive figure face and punched straight to it's left blazing pupil within the sharpened canines.

His matte black pistol coughed once in the damp, echoing maintenance shaft. The armor piercing round struck the lead smuggler precisely between the eyes. The massive man collapsed backward onto the wet concrete, his tactical shotgun clattering harmlessly to the floorboards. The remaining three smugglers completely panicked. The illusion of their control was instantly shattered. The smuggler standing to the left raised his weapon, his hands shaking violently as he aimed blindly toward Julian's chest. Julian did not shoot him. If Julian fired another round and missed the vital organs, the dying smuggler might reflexively pull the trigger and obliterate the glass fiber optic cables directly beh

“Please… please, I’ll never—” “You’ll never what?” Devine interrupted, leaning down again. “Never try to blackmail her again? Never run back to James with your tail between your legs? Or is it that you’ll never breathe again?” Tears streamed down the man’s face, mixing with the blood. “I swear, I swear—” Devine stood, wiping his hands with a handkerchief as if the very air near the man had sullied him. “You don’t swear to me,” he said coldly. “You obey. Now, listen carefully.”

He was pulled off of Lorenzo by two of Monzoon's guys. Lorenzo stood up and spit blood. Geo was still on the ground kneeling. Tired. Feeling defeated by his past and the inevitable trajectory of his life in crime. "You piece of shit !" Lorenzo pulled out a gun, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger. Geo knew his life was over. He closed his eyes when he heard the trigger click and heard a collective gasp from the crowd as the gun went off. He heard a large thud and smelled Carolina's perfume.

Then that same afternoon when she arrived she presented herself at the church with a bag full of dollars, she came to confess to Father Francisco Gutiérrez. Francisco Gutierrez was a former combatant of the Malvinas, that is to say the war that Argentina faced with European countries, -which they lost of course- but he, after the battles, told that he had seen a divine sign, which had helped him to keep his platoon alive, he told that story among many others, nobody knows if it was true or not, but anyway, in spite of being killed and tortured, he said he repented of his sins, and by magic his sins were washed away with holy water, and he was delivered to the divine grace of God. A very good

However, someone punched him in the face suddenly, pushing him to the ground. Divine raised his head to see who the intruder was and was surprised and shocked to see Anakin there. Anakin? What was he doing there in the first place? Divine asked himself inwardly, his mind reeling with questions. How did he even know where he worked? And why did he intervene? As Divine stood there, frozen in shock, Anakin turned to him, his eyes blazing with anger. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Though not directed at him.