Jules Gloryhole Novels & Stories

Jeff was right in that Paul would probably never forget her and she would probably never forget her gracious virgin lover. After her latest masturbatory session, Julie did an Internet search for a "glory hole" and was shocked at what it meant. She even watched a couple of videos of women sucking off cock after cock in a small booth. The idea intrigued her but she was too scared to try it at the adult store. She wondered what it would be like to suck all those anonymous dicks.

“Don’t insult my intelligence. You didn’t come home. You didn’t answer your phone. And this morning, a luxury car drops you off right outside.” Emilia looks up now. “A Rolls Royce,” she adds. “I saw it from the window.” I turns to her. “You can see? Super happy for you, Emilia,” I scoff and walk toward the hallway. “I’m not doing this.” “Oh yes, you are,” Claudia snaps, stepping into my path. “Because you live under my roof, and I will not have a whore embarrassing this family.” The word hits harder than I expect. Whore? Me?

She clung to my pillow all day—sometimes she would laugh, and sometimes she would cry. Father's hair turned gray overnight. He drank heavily every day and became an utterly useless person. Clyde had also lost his mind. He often ran alone to my grave and kneeled there for an entire day. Yves was stripped of his position as the gang's consigliere. Every day, he stood before my tombstone, caressing the face in the photo over and over again. Endless remorse would accompany him for the rest of his life. … Many years later, the once-prestigious Shaw family had long been forgotten by others.

but it is like he can’t hear me, I try to squirm and fight my way out of his hold but nothing is working. “Fight baby, you know it only makes it better for me.” He states and I stop struggling not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Ally is sobbing beneath their gag and Neil is bleeding profusely. Joshua places the knife on the bedside table and pulls me up to stand by my hair.

I called them Tala t-shirts because she had them made, usually skulls and blood or decapitated bodies and they were one of a kind. I walked downstairs and Jules stood waiting for me and Mrs. Walker looked at my t-shirt and I knew she was probably thinking something along the lines of “goodness gracious me.” Jules looked stunning in skintight jeans with a shirt that ended where her jeans started with knee high boots and when she walked you’d catch a glimpse of skin and somehow that was more attractive than showing everything.

Maybe I was supposed to be more than just a chess prodigy. Lost in thought, I glided across the ice. The rhythm was calming. A crash from the locker room area shattered my trance. I turned just in time to see Jules stumble out, his skates barely laced, pads crooked. Something was seriously wrong. I skated over, and the smell hit me before I got close. He reeked of alcohol. Jules was plastered, slurring as he threw an arm around me. “J, my girl! Did I make this happen? I wasn’t serious when I said I missed having girls around. You didn’t have to go and turn into one!”

I could not help but let out a muffled groan from my throat. Cold sweat instantly soaked through my expensive backless dress. My vision blurred with pain, but I did not cry. I bit my lip, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth. I kept my eyes wide open, staring intently at Jules. I wanted to remember this face and remember this man who had personally crippled me after abandoning me. Jules tossed the bloodied hammer, and it slammed to the ground with a dull thud. He was panting heavily as he stared at the mangled hand. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes, but it vanished instantly. "Is that enough?"

“We go in. We see if she’s really here.” I exhale. “And then?” Silence. Because none of us know the answer. I swallow hard, nodding. “Let’s go.” The second we step inside, I spot her. Jules sits at the bar, nursing a drink, her hair pulled into a loose bun, wearing a leather jacket I swear used to be mine. She doesn’t look like someone who’s expecting to die tonight. She looks calm. Careless. Like she hasn’t spent months hiding. Like she hasn’t spent years being part of this world.

While Gloria went into the inner room, James pretended that he had to attend to nature's calling and went to the toilet. "Quickly get over here! I have already seen the jewelry. Not only are there all sorts of jewelry in the cellar, but there is also a lot of wine. Those wines were enough to fetch us more than ten million dollars if we sold them! Damn, that old woman is truly a big catch! It's too great! We truly have caught the right one! My efforts in dealing with her for so long haven't been in vain. You have to hurry up. We have to get the jewelry out of here, and then tie Gloria up in this cellar. I had already seen it. This cellar is very well-hidden. People outside can't see it at all

Harley yelled, running out of the room. Jules quickly freshens up, putting on black jeans, a white crop top, and white Snickers to go. She also packed her hair in a messy bun, and apply lip gloss, before making her way downstairs. Eight pairs of eyes stared at her immediately she came into view. "Good morning everyone," she let out, casting a curious glance around for any sign of Hero. When she didn't see him, she was happy and prayed that he already left for work. However, her prayer was not answered, as an angry Hero walked downstairs, casting her a hateful glare before walking past her to meet the other at the dining table.