Vincent From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

"I don't have much time." Adrian didn't move. Didn't speak. He didn't trust himself to. Vincent crouched, pulling a knife from his belt. He reached for Adrian's wrists, cutting through the rope with quick, precise movements. Adrian jerked his hands free the moment they were loose, rubbing at his raw skin. "You better have a damn good explanation." Vincent didn't meet his eyes. "I did what I had to do." Adrian clenched his fists. "That's not an answer."

“ How the mighty have fallen. It's a shame you didn't even fall by my gun but that of your best friend. Who would have thought, Nathan?” “ You're nothing but a coward, Vince. You bastard!!” Nathan cursed as blood gushed out from his mouth admist his clenched teeth. “ Say Hi to Charlotte, Nathan. Goodbye, Lewis...” He stood up and with an air of superiority, he beckoned on Dean. “ You proved your self, Mr. Parker. I'm proud of you.” He smiled slyly and patted Dean on the back. “ But, it was fun while it lasted. Thank you, Dean.... ” Vincent said quickly but Dean was prepared for this. Before Vincent could reach for his pistol, Dean already had a gun pressed to his head.

He was wheezing loudly. “No," I whispered, my heart plummeting into my guts. Off-screen, a familiar voice chuckled. “Loyal dogs bleed the most, don't they?" I recognized him before he stepped into the frame. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Vincent. He was smiling like the fucking devil, a cigarette hanging off his lips. His sleeves were rolled up, and his white shirt was stained with blood. I shot to my feet as he held up a pair of rusted pliers. The bastard waved them at the camera.

Rico swung the rifle like a club, but Vincent managed to block it and landed a solid punch to Rico ’s jaw, staggering him. Seizing the moment, Vincent wrenched the rifle from Rico ’s hands and flung it into the woods, far out of reach. Rico scrambled to his feet, his hand darting to his boot where he pulled out a gleaming knife. He lunged, slashing at Vincent , but Vincent sidestepped just in time. The blade grazed his arm, drawing a shallow line of blood, but it could’ve been much worse. Fueled by adrenaline, Vincent struck back with a rapid series of punches, each one hitting with brutal precision. Rico reeled, blood pouring from his nose and mouth as he staggered backward. With one final,

"Vincent. You know the price of betrayal." Vincent was crying, shaking his head. "Don, I can give all the money back! I'll do anything to make it right! Please, give me a chance!" I looked at the man kneeling on the floor. For a second, I felt something. Vincent had been with my father for a decade. He was an old-timer. But some lines, once you cross them, there's no coming back. I slowly pulled the M1911 from my waistband. The second Vincent saw the gun, he broke. "Don! No! I'm still useful! I know a lot of the Romanos' secrets!"

Vincent said as he continued to look for the gun. He finally saw it under the kitchen table and picked it up. “Finally!” He said, smiling. “Prepare to meet your ancestors!” Liam closed his eyes and could not imagine that this was how he was going to end up. He waited for the bullet to hit him as he heard the gun click, but instead what he heard was Vincent cussing out. “Fuck! Damn!” Vincent could not believe that the gun had only one bullet, and that bullet was already in his stomach.

They haven't turned into wolves yet, but their eyes are already red like predators, turning the person before them into an enemy, rushing and tearing them apart. Vincent continuously throws powerful punches at Clement, all carrying destructive power, Vincent's attacks can kill people, but there is no mercy here. If it was anyone else, I'm afraid he had died countless times, but Clement was no ordinary character; he stepped on corpses to get to where he is today. "Good!" Clement raised an angry voice when he couldn't dodge and was hit by Vincent's blow. Taking that opportunity, he lunged at Vincent, mercilessly aiming for Vincent's spine to die.

Luciano and everyone in this yacht are fucking bad. I don't belong here, I'm not bad. I do bad things yes, I had sex with every man who picked my interest but I didn't kill anyone unlike these people around me. "Even if I plunged my dick slowly and gently inside your asshole, you're still going to get hurt because of my size," Pang replied and masturbate his dick and when it gets hard again he caresses his dick into the slit of Vin's smooth butt cheeks causing Vin to moan in excitement and fear.

*** *Sophia’s POV* The men grabbed my ankles and dragged me from the darkness under the bed into the hallway. The searing pain of the gunshot wound in my thigh sent shooting spasms through my body, and I could feel my stitches tearing open with each tug. My eyes landed on a white-haired man in a black leather jacket, his face illuminated by the orange fluorescent lights. His voice, jagged and heavy with an Italian accent, filled the hall. "We've met before," he said, eerily calm. "I'm Vincent."

I might have too if I were moved by the female body. Vincent took his time dragging out one last puff of cigar and putting out the embers on a seashell shaped ashtray. He wouldn't be rushed for anything and we all knew this. He got up slowly, moving smoothly over to the bar at the corner of the room. “You boys want a drink?” He asked. Elias and I glanced at each other quickly. “We’re alright boss.” He responded on our behalf. “Right.” Vincent scoffed and poured himself a finger of scotch. His movements were calm, almost lazy but I knew that was only because he was trying to mask the rage he felt underneath.