Pulp Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Theo's POV “Please… please give me some more time. I will pay you back,” the old fool's voice was low and shaky, his eyes already in tears. The warehouse floor was cold concrete. A single overhead light made circles of brightness and shadow. His face was bruised, his suit was dirty, and I must admit it looked good on him. I sat opposite him, my breathing calm, as my gaze moved to my wrist watch. “This is what happens when you steal from me. Taking money from my club and gambling it!” My voice was low but steady, as I walked towards him.

I let out a small smile. “I found the man I love laying in his pool of blood. I witnessed two men being shot in front of me already. I am pretty sure I can handle blood”, I told him. He handed me the picture and I immediately wished I hadn't seen it. The same man was laying on the ground shot with his face separated in two. The scene was disturbing in many ways. I felt the urge to vomit almost immediately. “Rose didn't show any remorse at all. The case is pretty bad. His father won't rest until he gets justice. So, in other words, we are doomed” he said. I understood the seriousness of the situation.

" We left for the bar and it was already past midnight when we reached. It had become hours and we still didn't get any lead on either of them. It was tormenting as I sat and watched the half-dead man plead before me on his knees that he didn't know anything else and out of anger and irritation, I put a bullet through his head, relieving him of the hell hole he had been living in. He was the last of all the guys who were previously here and it was time to let him go and join them. So I let him. I stood up, pacing around as I thought about places they might be in, mentally cancelling out everywhere I knew he wouldn't be found and noting the rest down, somewhere in my head. Matrix, just like t

The first knife was a small fruit knife that looked sharp at the front, and the second knife was a bread knife with small serrations at the bottom. Lucas closed his eyes briefly, "oh God, dying might be a little bit better than what you're about to do to me, Cla." He muttered resignedly. *** "I've never seen anything crazier, Luke," Jamie shook his head. Lucas lay on his bed—closing his eyes and feeling the painful ache along his arm, which was now spreading throughout his body after the poisoned bullet was successfully taken off, and he received the antidote at the right time. The antidote didn't work as fast as the poison did when it entered his body. However, he knew the antidote was work

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Blood, bruises, broken bones—pain was written all over them. One of the men, barely conscious, pleaded— “Please… kill us… or let us go… just end this pain…” Daniel walked toward him slowly. Then, without a word, he pressed his shoe against the man’s face and crushed it down. “You should’ve thought about that,” Daniel said coldly, “when you drugged my love.” The man trembled and pointed at another— “I didn’t do it! He told me to! It was him!” Daniel turned. That man.

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy Episode Ten Miranda's POV Oh mine Why did he have to die all for love Love is so stupid They just wasted their previous lives all for love The film is really making me happy I relaxed my back and after some minutes I decided to get a glass of juice Pineapple juice to be precise I got up and walked to the kitchen and met Micheal cooking

"You said you felt blue." "You should have stopped me", I argued, my hands on my hips. He looked up again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Stopped you?" "I literally blinked and you were out of the club. And the next thing, I found you in your frequented saloon crying to your stylist about how blue you felt". Huh. Well, I must have been very drunk then. I stared at the colour taunting me. It was supposed to be purple this week. "What's with all the ruckus?" I asked, sitting on one of the stools by the counter.

Black Hamilton POV “Shit!” I bring a hand to my mouth that drips blood. The taste of iron invades my whole mouth and I spit on the floor in the living room of my house. The thugs have climbed me to the floor and thrown me like I'm a sack of potatoes, those fucking sons of bitches. I turn around, trying to crawl back on my own elbows as I look for something to help me defend myself. One of them, the one who seems to command the others, crouches in front of me and holds my hair, pulling my head back.

Louis paused, observing Leonard struggle to stand upright atop the rubble. Leonard's sharp gaze pierced through the tension, and then he smirked faintly. "Do you wish to see Sophie that badly? I'd be happy to escort you." Louis laughed bitterly, though his irritation was evident. Leonard's arrogance persisted, even as he appeared on the verge of death. Blood smeared half of Leonard's face, his once-white shirt tattered and stained with crimson. The numerous tears in his clothing revealed the extent of his injuries, and his mangled right hand clutched a broken pistol.