Jules Gloryhole Novels & Stories

The water drips down my built-up body, plunged under my chin and my hair flattens as I take out of the tub. "You don't want to bother the clothes?" Julie giggled. "Devils will see heaven if you forget" So did Carl. I consume my clothes and then depart away from the twilight hub unbothered. The stars gleam as the clouds walk aside the stars. "Wait up!" Julie jog forth and I knew because of her heels thumping with each pace she takes. I turned to see her huffing after she sniff more cocaine while I stroll to the exit. "Do you want to go home or sniff more?" I asked.

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

Jules answered me, followed by more crunching sounds. “I miss you too. How did you spend New Year’s Eve?” I asked Jules, who hummed at the other end of the phone. “We went to Club Twilight, and I ended up spending January first in a handsome officer’s bed instead of his jail cell.” Jules giggled, to which I rolled my eyes because even though Jules had a heart of gold, this was her way of life basically. I guess where I ran away from things, Jules ran straight toward them, especially if it meant into the arms of a handsome man.

Luckily, we were almost the same size. The mall was loud and bright, the kind of place where sadness and gloominess had no place being. Jules did cry on the way here but she caked her face up again to look good to the public. Jules tried on sunglasses she didn’t need. I tried on dresses I had no business wearing and Bridget, she just sat and watched us. We ate pretzels and joked about men with emotional liabilities. For the first time I walked into her apartment, Jules smiled like she meant it. Somewhere between a jewelry shop and a shoe store, she squeezed my arm. “Let’s get your ring cleaned.” She muttered.

"Hell, I think Quincy, Ellie, and Jennie are the crazy ones here. Ellie and Jennie actually called their own family member a nutjob, while Quincy refused to acknowledge her own son, instead defending some bum." "Wait, don't you think all three of them were sponsoring that gigolo?" Hearing those remarks, Harold, my mother, Ellie, and Jennie were all glaring at me, clearly aggrieved. But it was obvious none of them expected that the instant I was reborn, I called Grandpa for help. Holding their gazes, I simply shrugged and asked, "What are you looking at? Afraid to own up to what you did?" Grandpa nodded in agreement. "James is right. If you dare to do it, then don't be afraid to admit it!"

Jules couldn’t believe the night she had with Ben. Gods, he was pushing his luck. When he said he wanted her pregnant, he gave it his all. She swore she was walking funny because of the workout her nether regions got last night. Not… That she was complaining. She enjoyed every minute of the hot bodied sex on every surface of his office. They didn’t come out for hours. Jules found Heather and her two mates behind the packhouse preparing for a run. Heather noticed her and ran over. “How’s everything going with you? We haven’t see much of you.” Jules smiled glad to see her gloomy friend no longer so sullen.

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and Jules stepped in like she owned the place. Black boots. Dark denim. A cropped leather jacket that screamed danger even without the twin blades strapped across her back like attitude. Her short hair was tousled, messy in the way that said she either didn’t care or just got back from doing something illegal. I stood barefoot in the center of the living room, robe belted tight, still reeling from the morning. Jules looked me up and down. “You look like you just tried to strangle a man with a champagne flute.”

There was a beast in their basement. Jules Blake had learned about it completely by accident. He had been looking for his kitten Sheba, and after fruitlessly searching the entire house, Jules had decided to check out the basement no one ever used. His hopes hadn’t been high—the basement was so cold, dark, and damp that even his not-very-bright kitten should have been smarter than to go there—but when Jules got downstairs, he was surprised to find security guards at the door. Armed security guards.

Now, all I have to do is convince Jules that this is real. Once we reach her workroom, Evian begins to remove decanters and herbs. “You said that you wanted to go to the Golden Crown?” Jules and I nod. “Alright, I can get you there. But are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, from what I heard, that place is pretty rough.” I nod. “We’re fine, thanks.” She doesn’t push further as she chants and tosses a vial into the corner of the workroom. A bright light bursts inside of the room, followed by the appearance of a door.

Then I hung up and powered my phone off. Ruby handed me a carton of strawberry milk, from which I took a sip. It was sweet. Kingsley City, here I come. By the time the train arrived, it was already two in the afternoon. Ruby's aunt, June Carter, was waiting for us outside the station. She looked to be in her early forties, dressed simply in a knit sweater and wide-leg pants, carrying herself with a calm, gentle elegance.