Robert Arquette Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Robert stood at the end of the room, looking at the glass windows. Arth walked towards Robert and then patted him on the shoulder. Robert turned around, his face showing a mix of troubled and worried look. “I’m sorry, man,” Arth said, “For all the stupid things I’ve said. I really deserved that punch from you.” Robert’s lips slowly formed a grin. “Well, it wasn’t the first time I did that, bro,” he shrugged, “I kept on hitting your face when we were still young training in Frostwood.”

, Robert boasted about his vile acts. “What?”, even Peter, wickedness personified himself, was shocked at this confession of Robert. “As I didn’t plan to remain stuck with the repulsively ugly woman for all my life, I thought of putting her to good use. Since she was a full- fledged prude who wouldn’t agree to sleeping for money or to bag deals, I drugged her and used her to get lucrative deals from some of my clients who I wanted to please. I filmed the acts thinking that on some later day after I divorce her, I might make films out of them and sell them. I could never imagine these low grade films to be a big diamond mine”, Robert laughed reprehensively.

He wore a sleek black leather jacket on his tall and straight figure. It was Robert. Arabella hastily put on her jacket, smoothed back her disheveled hair to regain composure. Feeling dignified, she asked, "Robert, what are you doing here?" "I'm meeting a client in the area," he replied. Arabella was puzzled. "You came here to meet a client?" "Yes, I'm here to collect some antiques," Robert said gently to her, then he moved the gun to the man's temple and sternly asked, "What's your name?"

“But every day, I’m the cook.” A few minutes after, they reached the logging area where several trees with dark-colored barks had been chopped down. They began their work together while talking about their childhood memories before. Arth lived his life working as a wood harvester so the work was not that difficult for him. However, by the time Robert came to the point of talking about Elliot, Arth felt uncomfortable. Robert must have noticed Arth’s face so he paused from his work and stared at his friend. “It’s not your fault, bro,” Robert tried to give an encouraging smile.