Jules Gloryhole Novels & Stories

“You look like you need vitamin D and dick pics. In that order.” Stella snorted into her coffee. I managed a tiny laugh despite myself and sank onto the couch, pulling Nicholas’s hoodie tighter around me like armor. For the first time in forty-eight hours, the air felt almost normal. Jules flicked through her phone, showing us photos from some dating app she’d apparently downloaded “for research.” Shirtless guys on yachts, guys with puppies, guys doing that obnoxious finger-to-the-lip pose. “Okay, but look at this one,” Jules said, zooming in on a bronze god with dimples sharp enough to cut glass. “Tell me you wouldn’t let him ruin your life for a weekend.”

Yet, hearing Obed drag her name through the mud made my blood boil with an aggressive, protective urge I could not control. Suddenly, the jukebox music cut out completely. The main TV screens mounted above the bar flickered, the sports broadcast cutting sharply to a breaking news feed. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Glory Hall Scandal Exposed. Every head in the pub turned toward the monitors. I looked up, my grip tightening on my glass until my knuckles turned white. The screen showed security footage. It was high-definition. It was crystal clear. It showed the poolside at Glory Hall from a wide angle.

Jules’s hole was swollen and raw, already leaking a messy mix of their cum, but still clenching like it wasn’t ready to let go. Reed braced one hand beside Jules’s head, the other sliding between them to squeeze his cock again—slick, heavy, already hardening even though he’d just come minutes ago. Jules was a mess, and Reed couldn’t look away. “Fuck, you’re perfect like this.” Jules huffed a breathless laugh. “Covered in dirt and cum?” “Exactly.” He rolled his hips, changing the angle just enough to grind into that spot again. Jules cried out—sharp and high—and clutched at Reed’s back, nails digging into muscle.

Jules was dumbfounded. ‘What the hell?’ Just then, the sound of heels clicking hurriedly on the marble ground caught her attention, and before she could turn, she was pulled hard from behind, so she spun around and almost tripped. Evie—angry, disgusted, but strikingly gorgeous. “Well, well, if it isn't Mrs Asshole Whore.” Jules frowned, trying to understand what she'd just called her. Then it clicked that Mrs Asshole meant she was married to an asshole, and she was the whore.

The room fell silent except for the hum of servers, the whine of cooling fans, and the soft, rhythmic pulse of the mirror — as if it were breathing. At noon, Aria slipped into Gutter & Spine, later than she meant to be. She carried the scent of lavender shampoo mixed with the damp, metallic tang of leftover rain clinging to her sleeves. Her hair was still damp in places, curling at the edges. Behind the counter, Jules was bent over a box, slicing it open with a pocketknife. Inside were books wrapped in plain brown paper — the kind that weren’t supposed to be circulating at all. Her hands moved with practiced care, but her shoulders were tense.

I didn't even want to wait for my dad. I leaned on the wall as I slowly got back up, then I went to the manager's office right beside the lobby. The manager noticed my disheveled look, and he frowned. "Who the hell are you, woman? This isn't a place for asylum inmates," he said impatiently. I didn't want to argue, so I tossed a black-gold card over to him. There were only two of its kind in Imperia. He would recognize it. The moment he saw my name on the card, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell from his seat. "M-Ms. Oliviero? But…"

Then Nicole leaned in as if she was saving the moment, looping her arm around my shoulders with this fake-friendly smile. "Oh, come on. Don't be mean. Kelsey is basically the computer science queen of Arkenville University!" But instead of helping, that just made everyone look at me differently. Their eyes were filled with a mix of doubt and disgust, as if they'd just uncovered something nasty. "So she's the one who plagiarized Nicole's work? Damn. Didn't expect that. She's not even cute, and on top of that, she plays dirty." "Exactly. Ugly on the outside, shady on the inside. I can't believe Nicole still invited her. That's what you call a real angel."

“Jezze would someone call Apollo and tell him to turn that shit off it is way too early for this” Glory had been woken up by the bright sun shining in her face and a hangover from the night before.Once more then half awake Glory noticed that she was back in her room in the Hale compound. Glory thought how did I get home let alone up three flights of stairs. A cold breeze rustled through the tree from the outside blowing leaves into through the open window and Glory began to shiver. That was when she had noticed that she wasn't wearing the dress from last night and lift up the blanket to find that there was another set of legs under the sheets.

“It was only two months without medication. How could she die? It was only two months…” Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled as she questioned me again and again. I let out a cold laugh. “Jaime, are you feeling guilty because you killed someone?” Her face turned ashen. “It was only two months. How could she die without medication?” “Do you know that I fell off a cliff, was taken to the hospital, and stayed in a coma for a month? Did you visit my mother even once during that month?”

Jules POV I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just survival now. This was a game of fire, and I had no choice but to play. The room was heavy with anticipation as I met Gale’s eyes, his sharp jawline and piercing stare commanding attention. The floor beneath us glowed dimly, casting flickers of gold across bare skin and eager eyes. Around us, shadows danced to the rhythm of lust and wine-soaked laughter, the air thick with want. This was no longer just a party. It was a spectacle.