Pulp Fiction Paul Novels & Stories

Blood splattered around the tiles. John followed, his boot meeting the guy’s ribs with a thud. Paul’s punch snapped the man’s head sideways, and he collapsed, unconscious before he hit the floor. Blood pooled beneath him. I stood frozen on the spot. I’d seen this happen before, but this time, it wasn’t just Salvatore. Paul, breathless, said, “This is why I said we should follow him.” I spun on them immediately. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

A moment later, she slammed it behind her. “Lock it,” Paul said. “I’m glad we got rid of her. For some reason, I don't like that woman. And we’ve got some important things to discuss.” Alaric admired the way Vanessa to the occasion with Christopher's snippety assistant. For the first time since he’d been here, he swore he caught a glimpse of the Vanessa he liked… The one he thought wouldn't have married a man like Christopher. Paul turned towards Vanessa, his expression serious. “Vanessa, I have a pretty good idea of the name of the man who’s been calling you asking for his money. Were you aware of Christopher's business dealings with drug cartels?”

I hear somone paddle next to me looking to my right I see Paul he just sits there next to me without saying anything. "Paul" I say as a gretting He keeps staring out in the horizon until he turns to me and gives me a beautiful smile, Paul is hot, Xavier, Paul, Dylan, and my brothers were the hottest guys in school everyone wanted to get with them and to be honest half of them did get with them. Paul has green, blonde hair, typical surfer, he has two dimples and everytime he smiles it's like two people poke holes in his cheeck, it's the sexist thing, and lets not mention his body,hes not as big as Xavier but still has an amazing body.

I meet my friend’s downstairs, all but Luke, and their expressions are all stoic and similar. Paul is the oldest of them all, standing taller and skinnier than the rest, his eyes a deep brown color while his hair matches almost perfectly, combed back and wet like it’s fresh from a shower. He offers a light grin, his pale cheeks splattered with a variety of freckles.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Paul?” Paul stepped forward, staring coldly at Rory. “I see you still remember me.” Rory grinned sinisterly. “Of course. Long time no see.” He walked downstairs with his arms crossed and marched up to Paul. “Did you come back to avenge your sister?” Paul stared into his eyes as if trying to see through him. “Would you be afraid if I say yes?” Rory revealed a wicked smile as if he had just heard a joke. “Afraid? Haha, I haven’t heard such a good joke in a long time.”

He said threateningly Paul: it was you who said not the family not me! Paul went to the man Paul: besides your wife, she has one of her peers from the nibar, I would put my face in it, a good bitch! All the men who were in the room laughed .: I swear I don't know anything, it was my friend who asked me to participate in the mission that was given to her, I just wanted to make some money Paul: You're lying! He said raising his voice .: I swear it on what I hold dearest! Paul: you shut up. He raised his voice without forgetting to punch her in the face with his hand filled with gold and silver ring.

So, for a moment he wanted it to be just the two of them to have a moment where their lives were not in constant danger. Glory calmed down and turned to see her boyfriend Paul with a big toothy grin on his face. Paul has the most perfect nose, copper skin, these soulful green eyes, and muscles that could take down a king cobra. Glory locked lips with him and they started to make out and it kept getting more and more heated till the scene had taken up a mind of its own.

He scrunched up his nose and shook his head as if he were disgusted. "Breathe in deep, my friend. That's the smell of defeat. You wouldn't know." I laughed and walked to the dresser beside the television. After pulling on a pair of shorts and tugging a t-shirt over my head, we walked out and stopped by the kitchen. "Where is Frank?" "He's probably with Riley and Deza." Paul opened the fridge and pulled out cold cuts and cheese as I made myself a travel mug of coffee. "Speaking of Riley." I leaned against the counter, most likely looking like hell seeing that I felt like it. Good thing we were just working on scenes and not filming for the first day.

I walk away, not waiting for a response. The closer I get to the clinic, my heart rate picks up. I can smell his musk in the air, and my body responds. I'm breathing heavier, and my steps are slowing. He turns around, and my voice gets caught in my throat. Paul looks as good as ever but also a bit sickly. Paul's skin is gray, and his eyes look dead. He looks like he's staring into space. I look around, but there is nothing and no one that could have captured his interest. I turn back to Paul and take a small step toward him. "Paul? Are you okay?" ~Paul~

Elle POV. Paul’s boss is the same guy from the Café, the one from the old diner, Paul’s boss is a mafia boss, but that means Paul is also into the mafia, that scared me, but in same time made me feel better, he can help me get Devil back. Paul and the guy went to have a private talk, probably talking if they need to kick me out or help me, I was hoping for help.