Pulp Novels & Stories

Before falling still. It was the man Chloe had shot that had fared the worst. His ribs had been completely pulled apart, the white of the bone poking through the sinew and flesh while the man’s insides slopped out of him now that there was nothing to hold them in place. Blood and flesh coated the ground and walls and began to drip onto the snow below the porch, turning the flawless white blanket into a bloody mess. One leg had been mangled into a bloody pulp. Yet despite the gore, there wasn’t a single drop on Chloe.

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened. “Don't you ever talk to me in that manner! Do you understand, you piece of shit?” Mr. Red eye fumed standing before me. Then and there, I realized I had been slapped until my eyes rolled backwards. I stared into his eyes and I realized, unlike the other night, his eyes were a deep shade darker. The stinging pain on my cheek stopped me from thinking, and tears streamed down my face. I watched as he slowly walked towards me and in reflex, I crawled backwards. The air seemed to have become stiffer, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making

Paxton helped her up and led her down a hallway all the way to the back of the house to a door on the right next to a back door entrance. Riley sat on the exam table as Penelope sat in a chair next to her and Dr. Paxton grabbed a clip board and some gloves. "Tell me about your symptoms. When did they start? Anything for me to help." "They just started this morning. I haven't been able to stop throwing up. I feel tired and run down. I've never experienced this before? "Are you mated?" "I am. My mate is Alpha Eli." "How long have you two been sensually active?"

Some spilling from his mouth down to his chin. "Fuck" My gaze catch his pant.. Well, fuck me. It's wet I bend down at him, my knees sitting on his thighs, our faces just inches apart. He looks up at me: Ash. This is my first time looking straight at my doll. I never knew his eyes color is ash. I lay my palm on his thigh and he flinches. Well, let's see how it goes. I grab his cock through his pant. His eyes widen, and I watch darkness cover the little light in his eye. I squeeze tighter, feeling his cock thicken on my palm

Love, Priya I looked in the bottom of the box to see that something had been wrapped in a white cloth. I put down the letter to pull the cloth from the bottom of the box. Noticing it was a pillow sheet, I looked inside to see that my grandfather's book was concealed within it. I pulled it out to read the familiar title: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. I gulped as I put the book down to return to reading the note.

Without looking away from the newspaper she had been reading, she slid the unwanted pile over to Carolina as she ate her breakfast. Carolina had been eating her turkey bacon when an ad in the classified section of the paper caught her attention. She wasn’t sure if it was real. It said that she could earn lots of money quickly just by being a companion. There had to be a catch, she thought. It seemed too good to be true.

Which made the next snort, and the one after, easier and easier. With each greasy inhalation and absorption, he felt his core essence grow stronger. His senses sharpened. His hunger thundered. His pulse, the electrical charge that animated him, unlike a corpse, which was a puppet, ticked faster. All of his sensory perceptions sharpened, became honed to a point he could sift various odors. Gas, rubber, asphalt, grass, wolf, woolÉHe almost went to his knees as the dozens of scents and their meaning hit him all at once.

Ana Pov I woke up sprawled out on the floor. My body felt heavy. It was like all my energy was completely drained. I crawled to my duffle bag desperate for some relief. I dug inside pulling out two bags of blood. My fangs extended instantly and I ripped the bag open greedily downing the room temp liquid. The smooth blood trickled down my throat immediately restoring my vigor. I could feel my strength rush back even more when I gobbled down the second bag. I really wanted another but I was trying to teach myself control; besides I have no clue where the nearest blood bank is.