paul the bartender pulp fiction

Lin Ge applied for a job as a bartender at a bar, but the customers who came there seemed strange. The female warrior who wore very little and whose armor could easily be seen through was basically impervious to nothing. The Calamity Mage whose luck value was minus one hundred was lucky to live to this age. The melancholy and lonely King of Skeletons. Skeletons? Drink? Please don't waste it! The Demon King, who loved fooling around with warriors, seemed to have completely forgotten his identity. ... Well, he was starting to get used to these strange guests.

ACTION! Movie-vibe || Desclaimer: Daemi a.k.a Poy dan Yok -- Zpoimy/Yokidat.P [Ren hanya fans karya mereka dan menulis FF saja. Terima kasih telah membaca] _________________________________________ _________________________________________ BLURP: "Tuan Kinn, ada bartender seksi di Kota Maunju. Mungkin dia bisa membuatmu terhibur? Kurasa kau lelah akhir-akhir ini." Niatnya, Pete hanya ingin kabur dari ancaman diperkosa salah satu boss-nya siang itu, tapi besok pagi malah mendatangkan nyonya besar baru!! "Porche calonku, dan minggu depan kita menikah. Perlakukan dia seperti kalian memperlakukanku mulai sekarang," kata Kinn pada barisan bodyguard-nya. *** GENRE: Romance/Drama WARNING: Smut/21+/Original CP

Owen had been a god for a thousand years. But due to slacking off, he was judged by the gods and exiled to a world on the brink of destruction. Soon after, Owen awakened a system and received his first task. But the task was... to create the best pub in the world? And to become the greatest bartender ever? Come on, I'm a god! Thus began his not-so-peaceful life as a bartender. [Ding! Detected that Host has mixed a special drink, which has evolved infinitely into god-tier mana liquid!] [Ding! Detected that Host has assembled a rifle, which has evolved infinitely into the most powerful magic cannon!] [Ding! Detected that Host has taken in a homeless man, who has evolved infinitely into the strongest human on the planet!] Well, I guess I can accept this. Saving the world through unconventional means starts today!

Selene moves to New York and starts a new job in a Michelin-star restaurant. It's demanding, but worth the pay, and she soon finds herself enticed by the glitz and glamor she sees from the bar. It’s only when she gets mixed in with the wealthy owner of the restaurant, that things take an unexpected turn—for worse or better. -- Carter took a deep breath, his chest rising and seeking more contact with the probing hands. Sadly, there were only ten buttons and their moment ended with the last button near his collarbones and a firm knock on the door. The bartender only smiled, already used to these sorts of interruptions. But before she could drop her hand away from his shirt, the chef caught her fingers, pressing them to his body. “Dinner?” The chef looked hopeful, brushing his thumb across her knuckles. “When?” It didn’t even matter. She would say yes anyway. -- Chef's Kiss is created by Dasha Dagayeva, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"At kanino 'yang damit na 'yan ha miss? Sa bwisit bang waitress na 'yan? Ayaw ko niyan, baka saan pa galing 'yan. 'Di bale na lang," bwisit na bwisit at nandidiri kong sabi kay dumb waitress habang tinuturo ang isa pang walang hiyang waitress. "Ang arte naman. Akala mo naman maganda." "What? May sinasabi ka ba stupid waitress?" mataray kong tanong dito dahil bumubulong-bulong pa ito na ikinainis ko ulit. Posible kayang may mabuong pangmatagalan kung sa bar mismo ang lahat ay pansamantala lamang?

Dottie was missing her friend. He normally had sent her a letter at least by the fall. She doesn't know that a werewolf that heard her talking about it has the answers that she was looking for. Reuben didn't know his coworker was a werewolf until he bit him. However, because of the death of his other pack member he needs another one in a couple of years time. The problem? He does not get much social interaction with people his age, and the girl he is attracted to is slightly oblivious. A quiet romantic plot.

It should have ended. After losing his daughter, his people, and a war that claimed thirty billion lives, Alaric Veyne — a fallen demigod — was ready to disappear into oblivion. But fate had other plans. He wakes up in a foreign world, alone, broken, and barefoot in a back-alley — rain pouring, armor shattered, soul quiet. No memory? No. He remembers everything. And that is his curse. He doesn’t ask where he is. He doesn’t care. Until a tired old man finds him collapsed outside a bar and takes him in — no questions, no judgment, just kindness. A roof. A meal. A place to rest. Now, Alaric lives in a world of dungeons, guilds, and hunters. A world that doesn’t know who he is — or what kind of storm has just walked in off the street. He is not searching for revenge. He is not seeking redemption. He’s just… breathing. But the past always finds its way back. And when it does — this peaceful world will learn what it means to carry the burden of one.

Stella, the sole granddaughter and heiress of the Stallion Group, was assumed by many to live a life of luxury and care. However, few knew that her family had reduced her to nothing more than a cash cow, exploiting her for their own benefit. To keep her under their control, they arranged a marriage for her, ignoring her resistance. On the anniversary of her mother’s death, overwhelmed by grief, Stella spent the night at a bar. The next morning, she woke up in the house of the bartender. . . Jackson had returned to the city with a purpose—he needed to trace his origins. Working as a bartender, doing what he knew best, his journey took an unexpected turn when he crossed paths with the Stallion daughter. . . Will the journey that began with a simple act of kindness transcend the boundaries of human understanding? What will their story become as they face the trials of adversity?

Natasha Lindt Abueva has been working for her boss Jerome Arnaiz for two years. It never occurred to her that Jerome would become a business partner of her ex-boyfriend, Paul Willem Sainz. Paul's family disliked Natasha simply because she does not belong to the same social class as them. She broke up with Paul two years ago to avoid conflict with his family. When they saw each other again, Paul seemed unconcerned. So when he invited her to dinner, she assumed it was for revenge. But Paul had other plans, he wanted to surprise Natasha the next day but instead he met her two year old son, Timothy. Paul is now determined to find out if Timothy was his.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"