Jules Gloryhole Novels & Stories

“There was no sugma in the hair sectio—” Darryl opens his door to the sight of his Godfather slumped down on the floor, unmoving. Katcha is leaning on a wall with a wet towel draped over her - uniform all ruined by a shade of red splashed unto her in irregular spaces. Goldie stood above them all, picking up the pieces of broken wood that were once a coffee table. The living room furniture is toppled except for the couch. A piece of cloth drenched in red liquid is discarded in one corner. The smell of iron fills the air, making the young man feel nostalgic despite knowing that this is always a bad sign unless the smell came from an enemy.

Glory was scared but she was even more confused the more Clara talked to her. " What?!, don't you think you are going too far with this?, you are the one trying to justify yourself for sleeping with someone's husband in a righteous way because of the baby in your stomach ." Nora was even more agitated by her choice of words, who was being unreasonable?She picked up her cup of tea and splashed it in Glory's face . " Awesome , that nice " Xavier ( who has been eavesdropping opened the beep curtain and walked in .

The faint glow of torches flickered along the perimeter, casting menacing pools of light that barely pierced the dense mist. Jules led them with an uneasy confidence, moving like a shadow himself, eyes flicking to the water’s edge and the looming shapes beyond. “This place is a death trap,” he muttered. “Traps, wards, guards—every inch watched. The Council isn’t playing games.” Rio nodded. “Then we play smarter.” Junie swallowed the lump in her throat but didn’t waver. “How do we get in?” Jules pointed toward a narrow pathway running beneath a broken section of dock, partially hidden by hanging moss and debris. “Through here. It leads to an old service tunnel — long abandoned, but it still o

She was getting impatient. "She did tell me she might be late," Jules replied casually. "It feels like an eternity. Grandma, you are creating suspense," Besora complained as she got seated next to her grandmother. "Come on, let's show you your parents," Jules stood up indicating her to walk with her. They went to the study room and Jules held a book from the left shelf and the secret door to something got opened. "A secret door?" Bessie asked and Jules replied, "A family cellar," with that both of them walked in the cellar and the door close behind them.

Upon entry, we both kicked off our stilettos before sitting on the couch together and letting out a conjoined sigh. After a few moments of silence, I finally said something, "So how did all of the chaos start?" I asked her "The Crown brothers came to the club," she said "Really?" I asked "Yup. Christian owns the club and I dead ass bumped into Khalil while looking for you so we could leave," she told me and hid her face in her hands, "I walked right into a famous, rich, sexy, man," she whined "I'm sure he's not going to track you down and murder you for stepping on his Gucci loafers," I snorted

"Are you really that clueless or are you just being annoying? Clearly, I'm taking my clothes off." Jesus Christ! Although his back was to her, he still shut his eyes trying not to think about the growing pile of clothes as she took off more articles of clothing. "You can turn back now." She called out behind from behind him. Jules didn't move, opening his eyes he stared at the cracks on the wall. "I'm done, Julian you can look now." He took a deep breath still not moving. "Are you naked?" She didn't answer immediately, "maybe."

"There's nobody inside! We've already cleared the place. You're only going to get yourself killed by going back in there. Stay out here, understood?" Julius spat at their feet and staggered back through the crowd, heading to his car. He leaned over, spitting into the grass, feeling nauseated. Reaching into his pocket, he touched the pair of Jenny's silk panties, rubbing the fabric thoughtfully. They were threadbare now, something he'd stolen from her room when he was eighteen. He watched as the fire truck hosed down the building, wishing he'd had the chance to take another pair.

At any bump or lurch, I could fall and become just a red smudge on the landscape. "Sorry about leaving you back there, Oliver." Jules opened the door with a glass of what stunk like rum in his hand. Relief washed over me at the door opening, a promise of safety. Jules brought the glass eagerly up to his lips as he walked back into his room. "Do you want one?"

An alpha. Falling back against the door, Jules all but ripped his fly open and took his leaking cock into his hand. He stroked it, hard and fast, his face buried in Devlin’s jacket, until he finally came in long spurts, his slick hole pulsing around nothing. Afterward, he felt so ashamed and guilty he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror.

wasn't optional, so I was stuck standing in the corner of the living room, nursing a red plastic cup and watching the door. And then Jules walked in, and my brain completely short-circuited. He wasn’t wearing his usual oversized hoodies or team gear. Instead, he was dressed in a pair of black, skin-tight jeans that hugged every line of his legs, and a sheer, dark mesh top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. You could see the lean, toned lines of his stomach and the faint dusting of hair on his chest through the fabric. He looked dangerous, he looked edible, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I gripped my plastic cup so hard the rim dug into my palm, telling myself to look aw