Fnaf Julius Novels & Stories

No fucking way. Julian?

Zayne called out gently as he opened the door. It seemed Lucian was still concerned about his younger brother. Marisol was just thinking that when she heard what Zayne had to say next. "Thanks for looking out for Mr. Julius this time. However, please stay away from him in the future. He's not of sound mind and may hurt you." Marisol was baffled. She couldn't comprehend the situation at all. Julius was still the second son of the Muller family. As powerful as Zayne was, for him to outright label his employer's brother as a lunatic made him out to be the one who wasn't in his right mind!

“We need to discuss Constance Montana.” Are you fucking kidding me. I turned to Julius. “Mr. ‘I know as much as you do’?” “I didn’t tell her anything.” He held up his hands but couldn’t hide the smirk. “Not a word.” “He didn’t have to. I keep up with current events.” Translation: Julius had been feeding her gossip magazines and society pages to keep her informed about potentially profitable family business. “Is this why you dragged us here?” I asked, staying focused instead of picking a pointless fight about information sources.

"Why? Do you have something up your sleeve? I will tell you this, Julius, if you try to act funny, it will go badly for you," Andre warned. Julius scoffed and said, "Not everyone is like you, Andre. I'm not a criminal, nor am I a violent person. I have something to say to you, so, meet with me." "Alright then, tell me the address," Andre replied. Julius mentioned the address, and Andre said he would be there in twenty minutes. After hanging up, Andre got up, changed his clothes, and left the house to meet Julius. Julius had picked a small café and was sitting in a corner, waiting for Andre.

“Why would he help us?” “Well, he will be helping me...and it’s best if you don’t know.” I finish quickly. Lucifer closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and I know I’m trying his patience. “Anna...” He opens his eyes. “Tell me.” “Julius has a little bit of a crush on me.” Which is an understatement but for the sake of this conversation that is what we are going with. Lucifer growls. “I’ll f*****g ki...”

"Julius came again, bringing unique toys for Febian. Everything looks expensive, and some are even made of silver. It seems like he brought them from the fairyland he often talks about." "Julius didn't come again today." "Lina died! I should be happy, but it turns out Julius still doesn't allow us to stay with him in the mansion. He even said the mansion had been vacant for a long time. Since when?" "Today, Febian graduated from elementary school, but he's upset because even his haircut has to match what Julius wants. I'm worried he'll start rebelling when he's a teenager." "Julius said strange things about Febian's future. He said Febian must prepare to become a prince faster, but later on,

, he starts and I correct him “Her name is Tatum” “Yeah, whatever, couldn’t really see past her ass anyways”. I clench my teeth but don’t say anything to him. Amongst all my friends -albeit very few of them- Julius is the most extraverted and arrogant. Also the most likely to achieve a body count of twenty before a full week runs out. He’s incorrigibly vulgar so I’m not surprised at his not so graceful assessment of Tatum. “Get to the point”

Julius was like a crazy person. "No! You're lying!" Alana finally managed to stutter, her voice quivering with disbelief and fear. She clung desperately to the slim chance that Julius was only attempting to manipulate them, that this utterance of Ricardo's guilt was merely a sinister tactic. "Lying? Ha! Why is he quiet huh…" Julius released a chilling snicker, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. The grip on Alana tightened as he pressed the gun against her temple, his vile smile widening. The danger in the vast space swallowed the air, choking Alana's resolve. She looked into Ricardo's anguished eyes, searching for a glimmer of truth, a shred of innocence to cling onto.

and the kids like a gallant hero, but remarkably, Julius seemed to have much more self-control. Though he was known to be a drinker, Paul never saw him have more than one or two glasses of wine and never once did Julius appear out of control. It seemed he was being on his best behavior in front of the twins. When he first moved to Paris, Julius had not been in a hurry to look for work. Instead, he chose to spend as much time with Macey and the kids as he could to make up for the years they lost. Paul might have called him a freeloader if not for the incredible wealth he possessed. Julius never needed to work, so treating his time in Paris as an extended holiday was only natural. Instead of

He told funny stories about Julian in college, painting a picture of someone I couldn't quite reconcile with the ice-cold man sitting across from us. "There was this one time sophomore year," Nate said, laughing, "Jules decided to pull an all-nighter before our economics final. Except he fell asleep at his desk, face-first in his textbook. Showed up to the exam with 'Chapter 12: Market Equilibrium' printed backward on his forehead." I caught myself almost smiling. "What did he do?" "He took the exam anyway. Still got the highest score in the class." Nate shook his head. "That's Jules. Too stubborn to admit defeat, even to a textbook."