Jules Pulp Fiction Bible Verse Novels & Stories

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to live." Jules felt sick saying it. He was a hypocrite. What did he do when those same words were thrown at him? "I feel like such an asshole saying that that to you. I'm such a hypocrite, but," he let out a breath, "I'm done. Done giving advice I never followed. I'm done being a hypocrite, so I'm going to tell you something." The story of how the king fell from his throne. ━━━━━ "I was a pretty dumb kid," Jules began. He could see through the window from where he sat. He wished for rain which would match his mood but the sky was an unbroken sea of blue save for the band of salmon pink which taunted him.

***** Jules sat in front of the TV, a women’s talk show flickering on the screen, a book lay open on her lap. The book—a novel about strange bones found all over the world—bones from eras even older than her grandmother. The book was her dad's, and that was the one of the few things she still possessed of him. She wasn't a fan of books, not to talk of a book about something that never really added value to the world. But she needed the distraction—anything to keep her mind off Nolan… and the idea that he might, right this minute, be in some bridal shop testing dresses with Evie.

This book, Miss Brogan, is not the Gospel of Lucifer. Blake smiled and held up the book in front of me, following the direction of my gaze and leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my face. 'It is the Gospel of Helel.' His Gospel. Ethan had a fucking Gospel written about him. The Gospel of Helel. I couldn't process it. How was I meant to process something like this?

The three dots danced on the screen. Declan: why? what happened? Jules: just went to a guys place to get my cherry popped and he refused to put a condom on Declan: what???? tell me you didn’t do it Jules: of course I didn’t Declan: remind me again how this is my fault Jules: you told me to find a rando to fuck and I did and now I have no money for food He sent a GIF of someone tilting their head in confusion.

"You're a terrible liar." "There's nothing to lie about." "Uh-huh. Then why are you blushing?" "I'm not—" I pressed my hands to my cheeks, which were indeed warm. "It's hot in here." "Sure it is." Jules leaned forward conspiratorially. "Come on, give me something. I'm living vicariously through you. You're in a literal forbidden romance setup! Do you know how many romance novels start exactly like this?" "This is not a romance novel. This is my actual life. And it's complicated and weird and—"

Her left wrist was bandaged heavily, but blood still seeped through the gauze. When she saw Sally and Elijah enter, Jules’ pale lips curled upwards into a mocking smile. “Hey, are you still worried that I’ll do something to her even in the state I’m in now?” Elijah had a dark expression on his face. Ignoring her, he said, “Why did you want to talk to Sal?” “Nothing much.” Jules raised her head to look at Sal. Her lips were curled into a desolate, pale smile. “I’m here to say goodbye to you for the last time.”

I knew it was in an unused hallway, one of the few without classes. I methodically checked each hall until I finally located it. Entering the room, I found Jules already drinking again. I ripped the bottle away from him. "What the hell, Jules? Why are you doing this?" He snapped at me. "Because I’m fucked up, okay? You never once thought how messed up it was to put someone in this position. I was falling for a damn girl... after telling my mom over and over that this place wouldn’t cause that to happen. It fucking happened. Maybe she's right. Maybe I don’t know where my... interests lie."

Sasha scoffed and rolled her eyes too. Jules ignored her and sauntered toward her bed majestically. She wasn't scared or hurt by Sasha's words because she did nothing with Hero. It's only those who commit a crime that feels guilty... After sitting on her bed, Jules tilts her gaze to Hero who stood there motionless_Probably because he didn't think Jules would give him such a reply. He expected her to say she was not married to his dad, however, she said otherwise. After sitting on her bed, Jules picked up a vogue magazine that was lying on her bed, before tilting her gaze back to Hero.

Even the judge’s brows twitched in faint surprise, this wasn’t a name anyone had expected to hear. Julian kept his gaze forward, ignoring the speculative looks darted between the lawyers, ignoring the sudden, sharp way Luca’s head turned toward him. He knew what his appearance would signal: disruption, danger… and maybe, just maybe, salvation. The clerk stepped forward, holding out the worn leather Bible. “Place your left hand on the Bible, raise your right hand,” she instructed. Julian obeyed without hesitation, palm pressed firmly against the cool, aged cover. His expression didn’t flicker, not even when his eyes found Asher’s across the room.

The last one finally breaks because he knows Julius is not playing. He he’s in the basement Julius the man stutters. The warriors watch the rogues while Julius and Axel had to the basement. Hearing crying, Julius goes faster until he sees Christian crying in a dark corner. He slowly walks over to Christian, and he tells don’t hurt me I just want to go home. Christian cannot see because he is blindfolded so Julius speaks up.