Pulp Fiction Paul Novels & Stories

Cleo’s POV The Paris morning was calm, a soft light spilling into the room, bathing everything in a warm glow that felt almost surreal after the stormy night. I stood at the window, trying to gather my thoughts, but they kept drifting back to Russo and the unexpected vulnerability I had seen in him. Last night, I’d seen a side of him that he kept hidden from the world, a side that reminded me he wasn’t just the ruthless mafia boss who had trapped me in this twisted marriage. He was also a man haunted by his past, much like me.

“I'll just hear what he has to say.“ “Goodnight, Mane.“ “Goodnight, Luna.“ I entered the pack house and went straight to his office. “You're done?“ “Yes. We walked all the houses.' “Good job, baby. I'm very proud of you.“ I beamed. “I'll be going to bed now.“ “I'll join you in twenty minutes. I just need to round some things up. Mane didn't follow you back.“ “He did. He's talking to a man that he saw in the woods.“ “I'm sure he'll tell me what it is about tomorrow.“ “Yes.“ “Go on, baby.“ I stripped out of my clothes once I reached the room. I had a shower and hit the bed immediately. All of a sudden, I saw Paul. First he was smiling, then he was bleeding. Then he was reaching out for me. I h

She smiled and motioned for him to continue talking to the person right in front of him. "I'll pay for that girl who was sneaking on the side for her meal. I just want to ask something from you, mister," Paul said formally as he pointed for a second towards the girl who was sticking another squid on her stick while people glanced at her. They murmured in each other's ears as Jane heard that Paul had a girlfriend right now and it was the girl beside them. Jane just shrugged it and swallowed constantly as she dipped it over the vinegar in front of her again. "Sure. What can I do for you, Mr. Sy?"

Paul lamented, and he moved to the bar in his sitting room to serve himself a drink. The sound of someone knocking on his door captured his attention. Paul moved over to his sitting room door and swung it open. He met his father standing there. "Dad, what do you want?" Paul asked coldly. He moved away from the door and went back to continue drinking. "Paul," Mr. Robin said, as he slowly loosened his necktie. "I understand that you do not want to marry that lady, but you slept with her. The video was enough evidence that you took advantage of her while you were drugged."

For a reason he couldn't name, he can't erase the girl's face in his mind. The assistant hesitatingly asked, "What should we do next, young master?" Paul remembered the look in that girl's beautiful eyes when he was still continuously pounding her. He found his heart beating more furiously than a while ago. He could even feel his body suddenly becoming excited. With a lopsided grin pasted on his handsome face, Paul insinuated, "The girl was probably blackmailed. I don't care though. At least she helped me tide over that treacherous drug."

Without saying a single word, he punched Hugo in the face, knocking one of Hugo's teeth clean out. Hugo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced himself to his feet. "I remember you; you served time in prison, and after you were released, you were hunted by your enemies. Tee was the one who paid to settle everything for you." Paul kept the same smirk on his face as he stepped forward and delivered another kick to Hugo's body. Hugo tried to block it, but even though he was in decent shape, he was no match for a trained fighter like Paul.

I asked Paul. All the other officers are wise to stay on the road. This is not a sight for the lighthearted people like officer Miller who followed us earlier. He fainted, and the officers who dragged him back to where the cars were cursed him for his fake bravery. “No,” Paul mumbled, rounding Rivera’s body. Paul might be a cheater, but he’s one of the best detectives in the Seattle Police Department. There wasn’t a case he wasn’t able to crack.

I poured three glasses of wine before handing one to Enzo and another one to Paul then grabbed mine before bringing it to my lips. Paul was watching mine's and Enzo's every single movement. He kept on caressing his dick through his boxer every now and then which was extremely cringe and disgusting. After finishing our drink, Paul jumped on the bed and patted his hands; one on the right side and the other one on the left side. "Come on in babes. Join me after stripping, of course." "Not so fast." I replied with a smirk before my hands reached my gun. I removed it and pointed it to Paul before shooting him in his right knee.

He had three shot glasses sat up and rummaged through the cabinets looking for a particular tequila. “So you think my sister pulled this off?” Patrick spoke with a smile on his face. Paul looked at him. It had to be, it was the only thing that made sense. Paul was dressed in baggy jeans, and overly large green shirt and white had. He looked as if he had spent his child hood watching MTV. “I’m going to tell you right now that Julia would not be able to do this. She doesn’t have a fun bone in her body.” Patrick found a bottle of Tequila gold, pouring the liquid into the shot glasses, over spilling as he went. Paul and Robert joined him, each taking the glass in their hands.

"What are you doing here? I've been looking all over for you. "Waiting tables." "Paul wants to talk to you. Come with me" - so we both went to a room I hadn't gone to yet. "What did you do with that man?" - Paulo questions me. "I didn't do anything, did he complain about me?" - he lets out a laugh. "On the contrary, my beautiful, he arranged for you to meet tomorrow, he will send the address and we will make a good buck." Paul was happy, sitting at his desk smoking a cigar.