Pulp Fiction This Is A Robbery Novels & Stories

Pâmela screamed in despair at the sight of the blood. Robson reacted quickly, flipping the table to create cover, pulling Luana and Pâmela behind him, then charging toward Luiz like an enraged bull. Luiz tried to fire again. With a roar of anger, Robson leaped through the window and landed a violent punch to Luiz’s face, sending him crashing to the ground like a sack of trash. Then he stomped hard on Luiz’s injured arm, making the man howl in pain, and ripped the revolver from his hand.

TORREN POV I’m caught. Standing in plain sight on the screen. With my ghost mask and black clothing of course. The shot is taken from the corridor camera angle I thought I’d handled. Clearly hadn’t handled well enough. Not that last night’s search wasn’t already an indication. Apparently destroying their gloves, their pucks, their dignity, and hitting two of them with paint balls warranted an assembly where teachers are absent and the heirs handle us like we're not age mates. It seems I truly rattled the preppy heirs and they're showing us Michigan Prep’s version of justice: gather everyone into one room and perform authority from a raised platform.

"That's not a rule. That's a death sentence. Malcolm, do you have any idea how dangerous that money is? Tomorrow, no, maybe this afternoon, the police could be knocking on our door and taking both of us away." "Why?" It was the same question again. His brows furrowed even tighter, like he truly couldn't understand something simple. "I just took back your money." "This isn't my money!" I was on the verge of collapse. "They only scammed me out of 31,000 dollars! You brought back 400,000 dollars! The extra 369,000 dollars is robbery!" "Robbery?" He repeated the word, shaking his head. "I didn't use a knife."

' I waved goodbye and walked down the street. I felt a small shiver ran down my spine as I walked across an alley. I was being pulled in by my arm and a hand clasped around my mouth. My screams were muffled in the hand and my bag was ripped out of my hands. I felt a cold metal against my neck and the hand that was once on my mouth now began searching through my shopping back. Why would someone rob lingerie? I mean, it was pretty expensive but that's just sick. I heard a laugh behind me and goosbumps apeared on my body. And it were not the good kind of goosebumps.

Each tick of the clock seemed to land squarely on my chest. The moment the hands aligned on the clock face, I stopped humming and slowly raised my head. The madness and confusion on my face vanished instantly, replaced by a still calmness. I looked at Harold and said clearly, "I'll confess. I planned this armored truck robbery a long time ago. I'm not insane, and bear full criminal responsibility." The entire interrogation room fell so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Harold and the psychiatrist both stared at me like I was some kind of monster. One second, I was incurably insane, and the next, I was as calm as a normal person?

the robber spat, his grip on the gun tightening as he directed his rage towards Felix. What happened next unfolded before my eyes in a blur of disbelief? Felix, in a swift and calculated motion, reached for a hidden weapon concealed within his suit. In a split second, he aimed and fired, the sound of the gunshot reverberating through the room. The robber fell to the ground, lifeless, his threat extinguished in an instant. Shock reverberated through the restaurant, a collective gasp escaping the lips of those who witnessed the scene. Silence followed, broken only by the sound of our racing hearts.

He walked past me and threw over his shoulders, “If you want to save your next shipment I suggest you tell me where the fûck she is or I’ll enjoy another robbery from you and take your captive as mine as a cherry on that millions dollars worth of cake.” A. Gupta

My house is… messy…’ Around Arnold's body, various furniture that filled Arnold's apartment were scattered. The perpetrator wanted to make the scene just robbed and killed by the robbers. He knew exactly that was not the answer. The culprit wanted to disguise their acts as robbery, not murder. There was nothing precious in Arnold's apartment apart from a bookshelf containing a collection of comics and underdog novels, as well as a flat-screen TV. His teeth were grinding. His hand moved slowly, touching Arnold's cheek. Cold. He could feel the sensation.

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr

He lean on the wall next to the door, whilst whining to his colleague. “Come on Bobby…you always got bad feeling you oaf!..we got this shit on lock dude..leader already got the police chief on our side…right now, it was just an act to gather more money…we just got hundreds millions man….Bobby…huh?..Bobby?..WHo!!!…..”. (Rhino Masked robber) Just as the rhino masked turned to see his loud mouthed buddy behind him, all he saw was nothing. Instead what he get was a chop to the back of his neck making him unconscious. Not only him, the fox masked robber were also in the same conditions as him.