Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

The door shut softly, sealing them inside with the past. For a long moment, neither of them moved. “Once we start,” Dante said quietly, “there is no going back.” She almost smiled at that. “There hasn’t been a way back in a long time.” She stepped forward and picked up the first file. The label read Financial Misappropriation Report A17. She remembered it instantly. It had been the cornerstone of the prosecution’s argument. The report that supposedly proved Dante’s direct involvement in laundering funds through offshore accounts tied to his father’s old network.

he said, and nobody argued. Outside the suite window, the campus kept moving through its ordinary Thursday evening, completely unaware. The Friday social was tomorrow. The inquiry was filed. The working was dissolved. And the thing that had started in a bar on a bad night—with a girl who’d just gotten her wolf and a boy who’d been waiting his whole life for something real without even knowing he was waiting—that thing was finally, quietly, itself.

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr

♪♪ New Rules • Dua Lipa ✿✿✿ LILAH "Everything can't be solved with violence. Violence is not an answer. Let us go, pookie." Well, that sounds so stupid of me. I let out a desperate sigh and glare at the guard who's standing as rigid as a concrete pillar, eyes fixed on the wall with all the interest of a bored teenager, not caring to bulge or acknowledge the two miserable women in front of his feet, bleeding, wailing their hearts out and throwing almost all the curses exist in the world over him.

"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.

one of the thugs sneered. "Leave her alone, and I am still going to f*cking hurt you." My eyes went wide at Peter's dark, threatening tone. I had known Peter for an entire year, and this was the very first time I had ever heard such raw, lethal danger in his voice. The men lunged at him all at once. To my absolute shock, Peter fought them off with ruthless efficiency, throwing brutal punches and dodging blows like he was incredibly used to street fights. Right now, he didn't look like a gentle doctor; he looked exactly like a man who worked directly for a Mafia family.

He was the father of eight children with different girls, and only two were legally recognized. Pablo Altamirano, was the kind of man that nobody would think of confronting, he killed people without basilar. He was short in stature, similar in size and appearance to the penguin character from the Batman movie. He was constantly scowling, a man totally serious and without a shred of humanity for others, nor patience, nor honesty. However he was very intelligent and had many gifts for criminal organization, he was not too nice a man for the dark cartel, but he had power, so they had no choice but to accept him.

Drex spat out in great annoyance. He wonders where and whose men are these? From the way they fought he could tell that they were mafia ninjas, foreign warriors maybe. He hoped they had not touched as much as a single strand of Ava's hair else... As he think about this, he raised his left leg and threw the gun under it with his right hand. He caught it with his left hand and fired five shots straight into the man's rib area. More men appeared this time in twos and threes, jumping effortlessly, flying over car roofs in a ninja-like manner.

Two White pills lay on either side of the pedastels , a glass of water each and a note,'' Please take these, we do not want any mistakes, if you don't , I will know and you will bear the consequences''. Both woman knew their boss well, he was not one to be messed around with. They took the pills, swallowed it with their glasses of water and looked at each other. They both were drunk and desperate last night. They felt sore but dare not complained.'' Last night was amazing''Susan chirped, although she felt her most intimate parts were bruised and swollen.Joey agreed with her although she felt the same. After having having a shower, Susan applied the cream , she always carried in her bag to co