Pulp Novels & Stories

The tumor was still mimicking a pulsating heart. ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump. Each tentacle was like a branch of a tree, and beasts were growing and falling out of them. He latched on to one of the tentacles and started climbing it. The moment he touched the tentacle, he felt disgusted, as if somebody had released tear gas on him; the tentacles were oozing out a weird aura which made Creed's eyes teary and his mind fatigued.

I gasped from the rough sensation. Panty Ripper! I was just about protest when he put his shaft inside my core and started moving himself. “Ah!” I shouted, my head fell back on the sofa. I felt his grip tighten on my way as he continued to thrust in and out. I can feel him punishing me from each movement he does. “Ah, fuck! Slow down, Daevon!” I said mixed in pain and pleasure. “It’s not going to happen,” he uttered before doing it a lot rougher.

So I tell him about how im confused and about Lukes eyes watching me and how it seemed as though Luke was sniffing me from across the room until eventually, I finish with "see I must be going crazy there's no way he could smell me from across a room, right pops?" Pops is quiet then he looks me dead in the eyes and says "well princess, some people can if they weren't completely human, " I scoff "what? Ok pops maybe you're the one going crazy " "Beth" pop says seriously "there are some things you don't know, þhat you were never told", Frowning I say "like what?" "Well werewolves exist and if im honest this Luke boy sounds like he could be a wolf", "Haha Haha haha haha pops you are so funny" I

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim

"That moron, I was not planning to call an ambulance to save my life. I just wanted to apologize to them for having to raise someone like me. Yet that's a relief in itself. What they don't know won't hurt them." After she said all that her eyelids started to feel heavier. She had already lost so much blood given how deep the wound was. Some parts of her body began to numb. Her lips already turned pale as a sheet. The torrential rain is not helping either, she’s cold out and wounded. Ava draw a deep breath before wrapping her hands around the kn*fe’s handle. Now she was inhaling and exhaling frantically as she eyed the kn*fe thinking of ways to gently pull it out.

He lunged, not at the creature, but at the wall beside it—at the very center of the symbols he had drawn hours ago. ​He slashed his hand through the air, dragging his fingers through the center of the charcoal fractal. He didn't know what he was doing, but he poured every ounce of his fear and his need for truth into the gesture. ​The wall exploded. ​Not with fire, but with information. A torrent of violet light burst forth, striking the creature directly in its chest. The entity shrieked—a sound like metal grinding against metal—and began to destabilize. The illusion of the kindly old man shattered, revealing a swarm of obsidian spheres that scattered and dissolved into smoke.

A hand from one of the rogues that had been marching with us shoots into the air, Jimmy smiles and says "yes, good man, what is it?" "Err well err what if the rogues don't want to be part of either pack, can we just leave?" The rogue had growing confidence as Jimmy motioned him forward where he stepped in front of the gallows, Jimmy looked at him, "So you want to just leave?" "Yes, yes sir" "Oh well" Jimmy then pulled out a gun, the rogue's eyes momentarily went wide as Jimmy fired the gun aiming for his forehead, as the bullet hit him he sank into a heap, everyone was silent then Jimmy spoke

Theo asked Yohan for this favour. His men were always trustworthy even whatever jobs he gave them. There were Yohan, Jin, Nicholas, James, Oswald and Noah. Seven men with troubled pasts come together to form a bond and always had each other’s backs throughout the time they were together. Even if Theo was involved in the Mafia, he never regarded them as simply his alliances, they were his closest friends and would do anything to fight back if anyone harmed them. They were an inseparable family. They all met each other through Theo anyway and they were all proven reliable in all aspects so it wasn’t possible that even one of them would out Theo just like that. If they would, they really had so

And so, the office went without cleaners while she went on her rampage for a cheaper cleaner. The pantry was the first place that went bad. Dirty coffee mugs piled up in the sink. It didn't take long for coffee stains to dry into dark rings at the bottom. Moldy fruit sat forgotten on the counter, giving off a sour smell that drew flies and maggots. The trash cans overflowed with takeout containers. Sauce seeped through the bags, soaking into the carpet. Anyone who ventured near the pantry was guaranteed sticky soles. The place had become a buffet for roaches in just two days.