Pulp Fiction Paul Novels & Stories

Her voice hoarse from shrieking her guts out, she wailed, "I'm sorry, Paul, I'm so sorry." "You only had one job! One fucking job—to smile and look pretty! Was that fucking difficult?" More hits to her stomach. Nothing on her face, though. He was very careful not to touch her face. And Natalie knew then, even in her shocked state, that this wasn't his first rodeo. He'd done this before. "It wasn't hard. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I won't do it again. I promise." "You're damn right you won't!" Paul delivered one final punch in her midsection. The car stopped, and so did the music. He wanted her to hear this part of his message loud and clear as he slipped off the brass knuckles and threw them i

“This situation with Cara could escalate. I don’t want things to get out of hand.” I crossed my arms, watching him carefully. “So what’s really going on, Paul? Why are you so invested in this?” Paul leaned against the table, still holding his glass of water. His gaze never shifted from me as he took a deliberate sip, his eyes narrowing as if daring me to believe him. "See?" he said, lowering the glass. "It’s clean. No tricks, Sibel."

The detective demanded to know. “Cabin…5?” Paul stuttered slowly. He kept mute for a while and kept thinking of what to say. He thought of what to say for a while and couldn't get the right thing to say. “Paul!" the detective yelled at him. He snapped out of his thoughts after. Hearing his name and began to cry. “What is it, kid? Tell me what happened?” The detective asked him the question. “It was a beast. It was attacking us all” Paul lied.

The car peeled out, the engine roaring as we sped away from the chaos. "What the fuck was that?" Vinnie yelled once we were blocks away. "You put her in the middle of a goddamn gunfight!" "It worked," Paul said calmly. "We got what we needed." He sounded like a dick, but I knew he was not only tired of all this bullshit but just as scared as the rest of us. "That was a direct cousin to Killian," Paul added. "We've got him. He'll talk. He's worth more than all the others combined."

Paul frowned, firing another bullet at me, and I moved to the side, avoiding the hit, but the bullet managed to graze my arms. Groaning as blood trickled down from my right arm, I discreetly pulled out the Lupara that was hidden in my windbreaker. “Paul can't die because only he knows where that crazy animal, Fernandez, is.” I mumbled, Reminding myself not to act rashly. "You won't leave here alive, Mr. Either you or I. And right now, it's obvious that you're going down," Paul said, firing at me. Calculating and predicting wrongly, he shot at me, and I pulled the trigger, giving him a total hit on his knees.

said Paul. “Interesting.Now we will have to hand you over to the cops. You know that you committed a crime right? At least do this for your family.” Said Katleho. The thief nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn’t want to go to prison, but he knew that it was the right thing to do. Paul asked to meet with his family first, but while on his way there, he was shot on his forehead twice,he fell to the ground and died instantly.

"Otherwise i am not here to get beaten by you all i am here to take my money" Paul hit his jaw with a hard punch. Zach stumble back and his grip losen. "Fuck" "What's wrong" jack friend asked him. Then Paul enters the room. There were 6 in total. "Is he?" Jack friend recognise the Paul, jack nods his head. "Give my money back" paul grabs jack collar. "Who are you?" Jack acted "Don't act? If you don't know me then why are you running away from me?You are the one who took my money and ran away in the bike. " Paul grab him more tighter

The two men he saw are Paul who is wearing a while polo shirt and Blood who is wearing a black polo and white suit while holding his gun down and smirking at Orpel. “I should feel offended that you don’t know us, but that’s fine it’s just showing how dumb you are.” Blood said to Orpel. One of Orpel’s men is about to shoot at Paul and Blood but Paul is fast to shoot the man first making it collapse on the ground, dead.

None of them spoke. “Who are you?” Paul asked, his voice trembling. “What do you want? We can talk this through. I have money. How much do you want? Just say it! I’ll give you whatever you want!” But Paul received no answer. The only sound he could hear was the click of weapons being raised. Paul had no time to dodge. Everything happened too fast. He felt a sharp pain in his chest before he could think of anything else. His body was thrown backwards.

Paul says, hand tapping on the table in front of him. "It's about the raid we had eleven days ago." He starts and Paul gritts his teeth. "Go on," he urges with a threat in his voice. The man swallows before carrying on, "We found his weakness, the girl that was stabbed that night." At this, Paul E. stops tapping on the desk, eyes filled with glee. A cruel smile appears on his face, one which promises horror and more dangerous things to come. "Time to shift target for once, this is starting to get interesting." He says with an evil chuckle, getting to his feet.