Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

The knife at his back had already been drawn and was almost… a fatal stab was about to land on Oksidan’s chest when suddenly the middle-aged man screamed hysterically. “Wait, Nightroe! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t play dumb. We all know you deliberately mixed a dose of poison into my drink to kill me slowly.” Nightroe hissed, but eventually… Oksidan’s expression of confusion left some things filled with unexpected gaps. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” the middle-aged man added to clarify… just in case; something was wrong here. Of course. Nightroe wasn’t easily swayed. There was a gunshot wound on Oksidan’s arm, and he didn’t hesitate to press on it until t

It was one of the most powerful and influential cartels in the country. He was so ruthless he had cut his own younger brother out of their partnership right before a multimillion-dollar deal. It was said Andrei Andreevich had molten gold in his veins and a flinty diamond instead of a heart. That he wasn’t flesh and blood. And I had bad blood with such a man. I had pissed off a man capable of wiping my existence from the earth. But if I closed my eyes, I could still remember our last night together, when we had almost made love on a bearskin rug beneath the Christmas tree. I could still recall the passion of that night clearly.

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.

"You stole my goods and also murdered my men." Clifford didn't react. He didn't look surprised or shocked. He didn't even deny it. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar. He put it between his lips and lit it with a small lighter. I watched as he took a long drag, then exhaled the smoke slowly. It drifted between us, thick and heavy. "I'm not going to deny it," Clifford said calmly. "Yes, I did it." My hands clenched into fists under the table. "Why?"

If they act too rashly and demand the soldiers and associates in the mafia to come clean, this would only inadvertently alert the enemy. *author's little note - soldiers and associates are the lowest rank in the mafia hierarchy* A snarl flittered across his face, the pulse in his temple pounding. "I should have killed the bastard myself!" He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo.

It was all Luca Stracci's dirty tricks to scare them off! "I knew it." he suddenly blurted out. The old man frowned at him. "What are you talking about?" he interrogated Michele. "Now it all make sense. The puzzle has been solved. You're the mastermind of that shooting incident in the park and then the convenience store bombing." Michele firmly enunciated. "Bingo! So what do you think about it? Didn't you like my gifts for you?" Lucca started laughing like crazy. "That's only a child's play, Stracci. I thought you were playing a joke on me." Michele smirks at the old man.

" Says pablo, giving me a copy of the CCTV footage in front of Bella's apartment, it's lucky that pablo had someone install the security cameras. Just in case something bad happens to Bella the way it does now, and it turns out it really does, too, he has the camera in her apartment so he doesn't know what she gave him. But he had also checked directly into Bella's apartment and found a plate of compressed contents, leaving only bones and traces of chili cheese and vegetable gravy. From what he saw, pablo was able to verify that miss miller had actually been poisoned by the woman who had fed her food, perhaps thinking that she was Lord vilante's errand boy so she would receive it without a s

Realizing that it was not the right time to address the issue of Lily sneaking out and grabbing his dick, Alessandro decided to wait until she sobered up the next day. As they stepped outside, Alessandro received a call from his trusted associate, Theo. "Wait for me in the car," Alessandro instructed Lily, handing her his keys. Lily nodded in understanding, took the keys, and departed. As Alessandro picked up the call, he was startled by the alarming news that Theo delivered. It appeared that their recent business partner, Dima, had deceived them. Instead of exporting guns as promised, the containers were discovered to contain people, with half of them already dead. The revelation filled Ale

“You know what this slut told me—?!” “It doesn’t matter. Fuck off.” “She said she didn’t have any guy in her life!” Dante visibly tensed and let go of Stefan. He stared blankly at Chiara and turned back to Stefan, suddenly punching him. Stefan staggered back and when he raised his head again, there was something clouding the madness once in his eyes—it was fear, and blood. “Get out. Now.” Stefan scoffed and quickly scurried out of the restaurant, s tremble in every step he took.