Pulp Fiction Paul Novels & Stories

Paul sighed and looked out of the window with a feeling of sorrow in his eyes. "I am getting old and you are already 29, this is my last wish Alaric, I have never asked for anything from you and I hope you can fulfil my last wish." Paul looked down. His shoulders shooked violently. "Fine! I will meet them." Alaric rubbed the space between his eyebrows. Although he had seen through Paul's trick, he did not oppose him. "Good, very good. I will now inform John." Paul hit his can on the ground enthusiastically.

This week feels like hell to him because Paul keeps on thinking about the prepared document of his boss. Connor is such an intelligent asshole. . . Consequently, he doesn’t want Paul to leave his side. He cannot think straight while walking to his car. He grabs his wallet for the key when a picture of Mr Davon is in the secret pocket that falls from the strong wind. Paul’s hand immediately grabs it from mid-air, making his face blank. How sweet it is from the five years he goes out from the mafia. He was once a drug dealer; however, Paul doesn’t want the job anymore because of the PDEA.

He would have appeared frightening to anyone else, but not Paul. "Are you talking to me?" "Damn right, I am." The gangster got off the bench to swagger to Paul. "You look like you would fit right in with the girls. They'll have fun bending you over, pulling down those pretty pants, and tasting that sweet little—" A fist connected with the man's jaw, cutting off whatever he'd been about to say. Paul had held back, yet the man had flown all the way to the gauze fence, falling at his side as his lips bleeding over. His goons reacted impulsively, coming after Paul like wolves after their prey. However, even when simultaneously faced with 11 men, Paul was still infinitely stronger. He let himself

Paul said as he cleaned his eyes from the coming tears still pouring out. “I wish it was that easy Philip, to be honest with you, I don't have any feelings for Nora, I thought maybe she might love me but I was wrong, tonight proved it. Probably, if mother and father had shown me a little bit of love like they did to you, maybe, I might be a good son to them and a good brother to you, I wouldn't be a killer. I just want to be loved but I guess I am not destined too. I have let out all the tears needed a long time ago, and there is nothing left in my eyes again except killing you.” Philly said and started advancing towards Paul with his Ninja's he stopped. “Leave and stay hidden, I will give y

In this moment Collen was giving it his best effort to get Daphne back to his place in The Northern Garden, fighting to maintain his balance as Daphne flailed about as she spoke drunkenly with her dramatic gestures. "Aye you made it quite the celebration, first drawing all over poor Paul." Back at the club. Bleegh! "Hi-..Hime never drinking argaan!" Paul was attempting to fish his own head out of the toilet after vomiting up foods he didn't even remember eating. Paul turned on the sink using his hand to slurp up water, rinsing his mouth and looking up in the mirror. When he was prepared to walk away he froze. Taking a step back he turned to look at the mirror again.

Richard Harlan could not do anything in a room that anyone walking past could see into. Paul pulled up at three fifty. He drove a grey sedan, practical, no statement in it. He got out in a jacket and slacks and looked like exactly what he was, a logistics man, someone who spent his days moving things from one place to another efficiently and without fuss. He spotted my car and walked over. I got out. We had never actually stood next to each other before. He was taller than I remembered from the doorway. He looked at me the way he had looked at Roseanne when she told him things, that direct processing look, taking in information and filing it somewhere orderly.

Was Paul implying that the person in the picture was Alex? "Bring me the proof," I ordered. "Very well," Paul said, capturing my gaze. "I hope you know what you are doing!" A dark grin followed on Paul's lips. He was enjoying this. "I don't know what you are referring to," I said. "Your mate, Alexander," he said, his gaze moving back to Alex. "Alpha," I corrected. "Alpha!" Paul linked, rolling his eyes. "He is not as innocent as he looks. Be careful!"

I'm really sorry Paul: (angrily with bl00d red eyes) WHAT? (Paul instantly attacks the hitman and throws punches at him severely while the hitman futilely attempts to block this hit, the guards eventually restrain him) King Roland: Paul stop it! (The guards separate Paul from the hitman) Paul: (struggles to free himself) Let go of me!!! King Roland: (To the hitman) Who paid you to do it? Hitman: (he cleans his bloody nose) It was a woman, I don't know her name, She's tall, has dark hair, brown eyes....

"Mr. Zhou, don't make fun of me. I'm in your hands. Just tell me what you want." Paul said weakly to Zhou Tian. "Haha, I want you to die. Will you die?" Zhou Tian said with a smile. Paul was so angry that his eyes widened, and his face was very ugly. He did not say anything else but stared at Zhou Tian with his eyes. When Zhou Tian saw Paul's appearance, he couldn't help but feel unhappy. At this time, he slapped Paul's face twice! "Ah!" Paul really couldn't stand it. His face suddenly swelled up after being beaten.

she rasped, her voice croaky and husky from the shocks, “but I am not dead yet.” Her words startled Adolphus, causing him to take a step back. Despite everything, she still had a spark of defiance in her. There was a loud sound and the entire dungeon was still ringing from the sound. A gun shot. Paul stepped out from the shadows with the gun still held up. Adolphus fell to the ground. A silver bullet to the heart. Paul stood over him, and pointed the gun down at him, “you ruined my life by making me take a life. I believe taking yours would even things out.”