Novel & Cerita Pulp Fiction

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

We were both sitting in one of those leather chairs discussing wich movie we should watch first. She chose 'the purge'. A weird horror movie about people slaughtering each other. Which, I don't find very nice to look at. And I chose 'the choice.' A romantic drama. And of course, we watched the purge first, because you can never win from Camilla. She's just too hard headed.

He was wrong. We were monsters. The whole lot of us in the mafia. The viciousness of our world had tarnished any trace of innocence we had in us, and the little that might've remained was completely wiped out by us being forced to carry out the very evil that defined our world. My finger wavered before the trigger of the glock I held to Mercutio's head, my jaw clenched tightly in anger. 'Gnev ubivaet vsyo luchshee v tebe,' my late mam's voice flitted through my mind. 'Anger doesn't burn the least in you. It burns the best.' I removed the pistol from Mercutio's forehead and tucked it into its holster. His frightened eyes watched my every movement raptly, skittering when I started to slowly ci

A bloodshed is always inevitable. “Is this some cheap way of taking my life just as you did to Andrea? And now you cook up lies?” My voice booms regardless of the armed men behind me as I confront the monsters. “If I wanted you dead, you would never have met me,” Ricco concludes and walks away. I heave a deep breath and drive out of the premise. I know my choices are limited here. The moment Andrea sold off the gang to those fuckers was the day we traded all our rights and privileges.

"But I don't think... you did it. Don't ask me why. I just.. I feel it." Through their one-sided conversations, Nora found herself opening up little by little. But at the same time she made sure not to reveal too much about her actual identity. She shared stories of her homeschool lessons and to her surprise Luca could relate. His own upbringing was similar to hers as a member of a mafia family. But without the abuse which Nora skillfully hid. They talked about the books they'd read and their favorite characters. Then he spoke of Cain, the lovely brother she had never met. Nora felt a pang of sadness inside her. She quickly masked her expressions as she realised that Luca was keenly observin

"I can give my financial assistance to your daughter but you don't expect me to just take her back after she cheated on me!" "She made a mistake Fabrico!" Mr Hilliard grunts. "Let's all just move forward." He says and gets up. "I expect to see you soon and also, Rose and Russo are at my Cabin here in Seattle. You should see your son" he said before walking away, accompanied by two men in dark suits. As they left, I felt my skin crawl with the sight of the man. His Aura is like pure poison. "This is shit!" I hear Fabrico growl before flinging the glass cup that sat on the table, to the floor, shattering it.

For Gertrude Ferdson, it was just another seemingly normal calm night, sitting on her home office desk and going through her notes for the following class; only she couldn't concentrate with the thoughts of her missing stepdaughter in mind. Sonny had missing for days and not only her but another one of her students had disappeared too. Garvin Maurice had missing too and his uncle, one of hers and Paul's closest friend, had been found dead in his mansion. Apparently he choked on Hennessey. But that was not the feeling that bothered her the most. It was unshakable. Like something bad was bound to happen no matter what. And she knew all these came from the fact that she and her husband had been

Veins pulsed across his temple and eyes glowed with murder. The man beneath him trembled, shaking his head in denial but Killian’s patience was long gone. He pressed his boot harder, grinding into the man’s ribs. Killian didn’t hesitate. His gun lifted. The trigger snapped and the man’s chest burst open in a spray of bl*od. Killian’s eyes found another attacker. His next shot blew a skull apart and the man collapsed. He was merciless. He would hunt down every last one of them. No one would walk away after daring to touch what belonged to him!

The count was wrong by two crates, and the argument that followed lasted less than ninety seconds before somebody pulled a gun. Leo would remember that detail longest, afterward — ninety seconds, less time than it took to microwave something forgotten in the office break room, and everything about the rest of his life had already changed shape by the time it ended.

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