Pulp Fiction Trunk Shot Novels & Stories

It was Tristan, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and determination. The gunshot rang out, and I watched in horror as Tristan’s body jerked forward, a crimson color staining his chest. The deafening sound of the gunshot was replaced by a sickening thud as Tristan’s body collided with mine. Pain radiated through my abdomen as I stumbled back, Tristan’s blood staining my clothes. He collapsed to the ground, a look of sheer determination etched on his face.

Juan pressed the gun to the victim’s right thigh. “Right or left?” Juan asked as if it mattered to him. The beggar was still in shock. He took too long to answer. “How about the middle?” Juan added. The beggar tried to wrap his head around it. Juan aimed the gun at the old man’s genitals and pulled the trigger. A thunderous noise echoed in the room followed by the resumption of the breathless screams. The shot bore a hole through the chair. Pieces of flesh fell on the ground. Juan didn't wait for the screams to weaken and aimed the gun at his abdomen.

" With each point Niall read aloud, Tina's face grew paler. When he finished, she collapsed entirely. The two cash-filled boxes slipped from her limp hands, crashing to the floor with a clatter. One lock broke under the impact, scattering the bills across the ground. The irony was unbearable. The money she had schemed to extort, painstakingly gathered, had become the very straw that broke her. The club was silent, deathly silent. Everyone looked at the crumpled Tina with a gaze that was part disgust, part final judgment. Nick's face was ashen. He clutched his mouth, swaying unsteadily. He may have known Tina had played small tricks, but he never imagined she had hollowed out Bosco right unde

Before he could finish the sentence, I shoved the barrel of my gun into his open mouth and pulled the trigger, silencing him forever. I stood up, his blood splattered across my suit. River, my right-hand man, walked over and offered me a clean handkerchief. I took it, wiping the disgusting blood from my face and hands before throwing the stained fabric onto the corpse. I kicked his lifeless leg away, turned to River, and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled, letting the nicotine rush into my bloodstream.

Small and black and pointed directly at Prue's chest. "You're not going to get a chance to tell anyone anything," Trish said, her voice eerily calm now. Too calm. "Because you're going to die. Right here. Right now. Home invasion gone wrong. Poor Prue confronted the robbers and got herself shot trying to be a hero. Boo-fucking-hoo." In the study, Nate exploded through the French doors. "Gun! She's got a gun!"

I screamed, charging toward Amon's men. The glass cut through the air drawing a savage red line across one of his men's throats. Blood poured out, and his eyes instantly rolled in the back of his head. I was sure he was dead, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance. I raced toward him and plunged the glass into the man's heart. I screamed with bloodthirsty eyes as I ripped the man's heart out with my bare hands and bit into it. Viktor had one of Amon's men pinned to the floor and jabbed the stake in his heart. Then, he looked up at me with a giant smirk.

My smile slowly disappears while looking at my brother lying on the cold floor lifeless. I froze in place and upon lifting my head I saw a man walking towards me holding a gun. As a clueless child I slowly reached for the gun that I hide on my back then pointed it at the man and without even thinking I pulled the trigger. The bullet went through his head and he fell on the floor like what happened to Ethan. I didn't feel any guilt and all I felt was satisfaction. I coldly walked towards the man and looked at his face intently. I saw a tattoo on his neck it's a scorpion.

His groin leaps for joy eager to force itself into her ass hole. Using his right hand to release his rooster off his pants, the grip on his left hand eased a little, giving her freedom to strike. He was about thrusting in when she elbowed him, giving him a brief head cut. He staggered backward; his d**k bouncing in the process. She pulled out a little pistol, which was stuck to her thigh and fastened with a cloth-like rope. Cocking the gun, she fired two straight bullets into his chest, making him groan at the bang as he drop to the ground; dead.

My heart squeezed painfully again and I motioned to Trigger to stop the car, I couldn't bear to have that fearful call for help on my conscience, I already had too many of those. Too too many. "Keep the car on," I instructed, "I'll manage things and get back in a heartbeat." I was sure Trigger wanted to disagree as he'd already had a long night but he had no say, I gave the orders and he had to follow them with no questions asked. I jogged off to the scene and met the eldest officer fumbling with the buckle of his belt. Son of a bloody bitch! Six precise shots took down the men in less than two seconds and as blood slowly seeped out of their dying bodies beautifully, I smiled in delight.

👤👤👤👤 Nicklaus made to enter the truck box when two men appeared from behind pointing their guns at him. Gwen hits them off with the car and steps on the brake. He nodded and entered confidently. He grabbed handcuffed Fibonacci by the neck and flung him out. . "The skull gang are approaching". Abruzzi alerted. Nicklaus looked around and saw black jeeps approaching, he quickly pulled out the pistol behind him and blew Fibonacci head. The gunmen in the jeeps quickly jumped down but it was late already as Fibonacci dropped dead to the ground. The gunmen returned to their various vehicles and drove away.