Pulp Fiction Royale With Cheese Quote Novels & Stories

"Please. It was nothing.You and Rocco should know, men like my father don't lose easily." I let the silence hang for a beat more than was polite, enjoying the air. "Oh, but he will eventually," I finally said. "What happened yesterday will not be forgotten.” Victor's tone became gentle for effect. “I promise you. We will never forget how we nearly took out the delusional mafia Queen.” He mocked. I was furious but I tried to remain calm despite it all. “Well, at least I’m not tagged as the lying snake.” “It’s a name I pride in dear cousin. You’ll go down just like your father did.”

Ophelia After one last game we returned to our table for another round of drinks and for some crappy bar food. “Cheese fries.” I moaned, not caring that the waitress had given Jude the food whilst completely ignoring me. My stomach let out a snarl, the vicious kind that came when you had a few too many drinks. “At least there’s one good thing left in this world.” Jude took a drink of his whiskey. “Is that what you think? That there’s nothing good left in the world.”

She rises to her feet, then slowly inches forward. "Watch your back, Racheal; from now on sleep with one eye open. Because I will be coming for you…soon." Jazell said and then walked past Racheal. "You act as though we are at war with each other." Racheal said, and it was Jazell's turn to halt in her tracks. "Royalty is war, Racheal; it is also a battlefield. We try to eliminate our enemies, and in the process, we get our hands smeared with blood. If royalty is not bloody, I don't know what is." Jazell calmly said before finally walking away.

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste copper, locking all that in a vault so I can finish this execution. "Another thing," I say, my voice dropping to a terrifying, absolute whisper that makes Fausto physically recoil. "Ashford is my town. You might be whoever the hell you think you are in New York. But here? I am the king. And you do not threaten a king in his own kingdom." I wave my hand lazily at Pedro, and the beating begins. More punches are thrown. The other three men join in, and the sickening, wet crunch of bone and cartilage echoes through the empty restaurant.

The man whose name alone would summon chaos inside the palace. The recognition flickered in his eyes as his gaze fell on me. “Well. Well. Well.” he said, smirking devilishly. “Or I should say you haven’t heard about the rules, dear roy…” Before he could finish the word ‘royal,’ I shot up from the bar stool, the shot glass forgotten in my frozen fingers, and pressed my palm over his lips. “Please stop. Right there…”

MILA’S POV My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what Patricia said. “W-what do you mean?” I asked as I gulped down the unease crawling up my throat. “I mean…you have to be careful around here,” her grim tone rekindled my unease. “One mistake can cost you dearly.” She let the words settle in before crossing her arms. “Now,” her tone changed to a more neutral one. “Let's go over the rules of this club. Rule one; the customers are always right. You must do whatever they tell you, no questions asked. Rule two:” she raised two fingers.