Novel & Cerita Pulp Fiction: Jules And Vincent

I spot the door with the number two, throwing it open. The two half-naked girls all over him have wide eyes, but they merely jump up. I step back, giving them room to get past me. “Callahan, man.” He stands. Not for long. I strike him with a blow to the kidney, causing him to fall over. He groans. “I haven't done anything,” Vincent says around coughing. I grab him by the hair, pulling him back to his feet, and push him into the chair. “Are you sure about that?” Vincent's bloodshot eyes widen, and his pupils are full-blown. I’m guessing he’s done more than a few lines of coke on top of the alcohol.

Rico swung the rifle like a club, but Vincent managed to block it and landed a solid punch to Rico ’s jaw, staggering him. Seizing the moment, Vincent wrenched the rifle from Rico ’s hands and flung it into the woods, far out of reach. Rico scrambled to his feet, his hand darting to his boot where he pulled out a gleaming knife. He lunged, slashing at Vincent , but Vincent sidestepped just in time. The blade grazed his arm, drawing a shallow line of blood, but it could’ve been much worse. Fueled by adrenaline, Vincent struck back with a rapid series of punches, each one hitting with brutal precision. Rico reeled, blood pouring from his nose and mouth as he staggered backward. With one final,

Vincent barged into Julius's office, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a raging fury. His eyes darted around the room, searching for answers that he demanded from Julius. "Explain it to me, Julius! Why on earth did you use me?" Vincent's voice trembled with a mix of anger and confusion as he confronted his supposed friend. "How dare a filthy pig barge in my office!" Julius yelled furiously but Vincent reached his side in one stride. "You fucked up bastard…you used me!" Vincent uncontrollably attempted to punch Julius but he was quick enough to move away.

Aldrich stepped forward, slowly, each step full of pain, rage, and love for a woman who didn’t even know the storm waiting outside. He looked Vincent dead in the eyes. “Are you talking about the same girl you left for dead in the jungle?” he said, his voice like steel. “The same girl you and your wicked fiancée, Marylyn, shot without mercy… even when you knew she was pregnant?” Vincent blinked. That blink that snaps when you hear a truth you had buried. The gesture that sells you off immediately. For a second—just one—his mask cracked. His pupils shrank. His lips parted. A small gasp escaped his throat.

As the blood flowed, he solemnly repeated: "Blood to enter, blood to exit. My loyalty is yours." Timmy snorted. Midnight decided it was time for us to leave. Before I could process it, Vincent looked directly at me and winked. For some reason, I felt drawn to the violence overflowing from him. Then we heard gunshots. Jimmy’s body fell seconds later from the upper floor, landing on the hall floor atop Vincent’s uncle’s corpse. The impact reverberated through the room like a final verdict. Blood spread quickly, merging into a single crimson pool around the two dead bodies.

he said under his breath as he crushed the hand of one of the Van Helsings’ underfoot as the man tried to lift his weapon and shoot. His kick smashed in the face of the third. He dragged the man with the crushed hand up and silenced his wails with his teeth, filling his stomach until it was overfull, before dropping the man to the ground and turning to help his dad – except Jules didn’t need any help and looked up with a bloody grin, visibly panting. “That was fun,” Jules told him and then sobered. “We should get back, and make sure everyone is out.”

His eyes reddened. “Shut… up…” he forced out through clenched teeth. “Don’t worry! She can take it! You can play however you want—” Vincent kept babbling. “I said shut up!!!” Don Corleone’s foot slammed hard into Vincent’s chest. “Crack!” The sound of ribs breaking rang out clearly. Vincent didn’t even have time to scream. His body flew backward like a torn sack, smashing into the wall several meters away. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed, motionless.

Alvin's head bounced off the heavy wooden desk and he groaned, looking ridiculous with his dick still out, but limp now. "You stupid motherfucker," Julius laughed, kicking Alvin's foot so he rolled flat on his back. Jenny scrambled to her feet, pushing her hair back from her face and pressing against the wall. The last thing she wanted right now was for Julius to look back and remember she was here, so she stayed as quiet as possible, watching the scene unfold. Alvin tried to sit up and pull his pants back around his hips, but Julius kicked him again, knocking him down. "What did you think?" Julius asked, pulling a gun from his waistband. Jenny tried to suppress a shudder as he pointed direc

The man smirks and coughs out blood, “Juliet, still looking as good as I remember.” Vincent releases his grip on his head and pinches the bridge of his bloody and probably broken nose and he screams out in pain. I stand there frozen as all the memories come flooding back, the nightmares, the paranoia, the pain I went through to recover physically and the emotional wounds that I still have to heal from, because of this man. “Juliet, you have a decision to make, spare him or end him,” Vincent says as he pulls out a gun and knife. Was I prepared to have blood on my hands? Wouldn’t be the first time I killed someone, but this time it’s different, I’m not at work or on a mission.

We left the coastal land immediately, heading back to the city. I remember collapsing from exhaustion. I fainted. Later, when I woke up, the truth was told to me piece by piece. Vincent had been poisoned. He and Victor fought. Victor shot Vincent in the abdomen. Vincent shot Victor in the calf, disabling him. Lillian arrived at the scene. The same bodyguard who helped me on the ship helped her too. She saw the brothers fighting. She crept up from behind and shot Victor. When Vincent noticed the bomb countdown ticking, he ignored his pain, grabbed Lillian, and the two of them escaped just in time.