Pulp Fiction Twist Novels & Stories

a raspy voice was heard, and the screen went blank. “What? What happened?” One of the members watching asked and was silenced again. The darkness was lifted, and the scene had changed. Your point of view was from Cynthia, who was now looking at her friend’s dying eyes with a questionable look as if she had woken up from a dream and was in a nightmare. “Sorry, I’m changing person. You are no longer needed.” Cynthia’s voice was heard as the life of Polina was fading. The gun that was used against Polina was then wiped by Cynthia and then strategically placed beside the dead body, making it look like suicide. When all was finished, Cynthia took one last look at Polina lying in a pool of her own

I closed the door behind us, plunging us into darkness. The truth was I need him to show to Franco that I don’t need him, to show him that I’ve move on and there’s no turning back. I led Mr. Ruiz to the living room and poured us both a drink. I had prepared a special concoction for him, lacing his drink with sleeping pills. I wanted to give him the impression that I would go through with our intimate encounter, but I couldn't bear the thought of actually following through. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of the game.

Our plan is to stay in the front where all the people are and keep them there making demands we don’t actually care for until her friends let us know that they are done, then we leave. I suppose it was a pretty good plan or would have been if there wasn’t a crazy imbecile with a gun. The guy got up so fast we didn’t see it coming and shot Candice in the leg, luckily it was just the leg. I freaked out, rushed up to him and elbow punched him. All it took was one knock and he was down for the count. I rushed back to Candice, threw her over my shoulder, and made my escape.

Welcome back for my previous readers, and for those who are new to my stories. This book is the fourth book in my Twist of Fate Series: - The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate? Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend to turn seventeen, for him to meet his Alpha wolf and be able to finally sense his fated mate. She's long since been predicted as his fated mate and they make the perfect couple, surely fate couldn't take an unexpected twist and take Delilah on a painful path she didn't expect?

I tossed the tablet somewhere and ran out of there like a mad person who was being chased. When I got to the Danger zone I saw that asshole trying to unzip his pants and Sino's condition broke my heart. Damn, she was badly fucked up. I felt my rage rising and all I saw after that was an unconscious bastard. I fucked him up pretty good and then I called Muzi. “Eita bafo.” He answered. “Sho get this fucker.” I ordered. “The slaughterhouse?” The slaughterhouse was where we did our killings. Our ‘negotiations’

I turn to face the door as he walks in. “That seems to have gone well. Seems Mrs. Hernandez is everything they say she is”, my dad smiles, as if her being a total psycho is the best thing ever. Twisted minds, I guess that’s what we all are in the Mafia, just in different ways, but all still twisted. “Yes, seems it’s an easy task and we will have a very powerful ally for life. It’s a win, win situation for us”, I grin, thinking about how to put that new connection to good use.

Took his half glass of vodka unexpectedly, and gulped it in one go, shocking him, even more, when I shoved the glass back in his hands. “Good night, Mr. mafia man,” I said, getting up from my chair and heading for the door. I didn't look back but opened the door and walked out and closed it behind me with a loud bang. I was exhausted, hence just wanted to sleep. “Now that's new,”Pedro , who just regained his wits, said with a grin as he glanced down, and he was amused. He thought she would refuse, but no. It seemed she was fine now. He chose the right woman to ruin the Garcias and now it was showtime.

Only cold fury simmered beneath the surface. “I have to admit, Cleo,” Russo began, his voice low and edged with disappointment, “you almost had me. Almost made me think you were coming around, that you were starting to understand your place.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as if amused by the absurdity of it all. “But then you pulled this little stunt. Drugging me and my men? Running off into the night as if you could just walk away from all of this?”

Turning around, I saw it was Paige. “Excuse me.” I said, with a little more attitude than I intended. “You're excused.” Paige kept walking, with a sway to her hips. Shaking my head, I returned to the coffee station to clean up as much of the coffee off my shirt as I could. This time, when I overheard the gossip, I couldn’t ignore it, as they spoke too loudly. I didn’t know the girls, but I felt they intentionally tried to get me to hear them.

Crushing the paper in my hands, I looked around at them. “Who is the one is charge?” “That would be me pendejo.” I nearly rolled my eyes as Paulo skipped forward. Of course he was actually heading up this drop. Stepping up, I tossed the crumpled paper onto the floor at his feet. “You want to fess up now and I won’t kill you? Or do you want to continue this fucking charade, Paolo? Because I’ve had about enough of you and I would much rather put a bullet between those eyes of yours and get this done.”