Jules Pulp Fiction Speech Novels & Stories

“Have you tried being nice to people? Or am I the only subject of your sharp little tongue?” “You’re not special, Your Grace,” Jules said, returning the smile as they aligned their hands again

"Or should I say, killer?" My heart and jaws tightened with anger at her words, while Preston encouraged her villainy. "It finally makes sense," Jules said, still jogging without catching a breath. "The reason a nobody like yourself got into the Academy." "The reason our Alpha Dexter seems to be declining these days." I stiffened at her remarks and stopped my jog, anger coursing through my veins. "What did you just say?" Jules stopped her jog, as well as Preston and Billie. "What? Did I lie?" she said snarkily.

That look—gods—that look. And before I could say anything, before I could gather the storm that had been building inside me, he exploded first. “I’m not a killer!” Jules screamed, his voice cracking wide open. “I didn’t come here to hurt anyone—you know that! You’ve always known that, so tell me why I’m still here!” He was shaking, chest heaving. “Give me a reason! Give me a single damn reason why I’m your prisoner!” The room felt too hot and my claws itched beneath my skin as I took a step forward. “Because you lied.”

The voice was effortless, so calm. “We can’t keep Mrs Cook waiting.” He added. I didn’t turn around, I didn’t need to. People like Adrien didn’t blend in. They shifted the room. I just walked away. By the time lunch break came around, the day had already drained me. Jules was by my side, complaining about the problems of the press club. “The writing is tragic.” She said. Jules could be dramatic but she was also the best writer I knew. Amidst her rampant complains, her voice has already faded into the background.

I felt his hand under my thigh, reaching for my panties; he was about to strip me of my dignity. I didn't have the strength to defend myself and couldn't fight back. I despised how the world treated me unfairly, exploiting guys. Then, a single gunshot pierced the night. The old guy collapsed, blood spilling across his shirt, and a shadowy creature emerged. A man with ice-cold eyes stood there, exuding a calm yet dangerous presence. He stood over the fallen danger and gently turned toward me. As this pandemonium unfolds, my mind is filled with fear, grief, and desperate hope. Why is Lucian's voice still echoing in my head? That nickname, Jules, so intimate and taboo.

“What about Lou” asked the doctor when she stopped speaking “he left them alone on a weekend and they can't handle the meat.” Mj’s innocent fracture in speech had Dante trying to stifle a laugh and Julie snapped her fingers together, scowling at him. Mj cut the silent argument short with her mumbling memory walk “she wants me to help” Julie notices that Mj’s tone is slightly “do you not want to help her” she asks and ignores the daggers Dante shoots at her with his beautiful eyes. Julie notices that Mj’s body tenses slightly “I don't mind but-” the sleeping woman’s words trailed off as she squirmed slightly on the bed. “What's wrong Mj?” Julie asks “It’s my day off” Mj says with a little l

“I mean, it's better than when you had Asher." Jules' face changed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't—.” She tried to touch her hand, which was on the table, but Jules withdrew her hand. "It's fine.” Jules said. "What did you call me here for again?” "Oh, right?" She tucked her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat, realizing she hadn't rehearsed her speech. Not properly. She opened her mouth, then closed it once more, her gaze dropping to the colored sugar water they'd served as tea.

I glanced up, expecting to see Julius by his side, but instead caught a glimpse of his muscular back as he spoke with an elderly couple in the middle of the room. “Since now, so be nice otherwise I might just spit in your drink.” I replied, poking my tongue out playfully. “What do you want?” “’What do you want?’ Really? I gotta say, so far I’m not impressed with the service.” “You’ll be less impressed if I throw one of these drinks in your face.” “I have no idea how to wash this shirt so I can’t be having that, get me two rums on ice, one for me and one for Jules.”

before disappearing out the door without looking at me. I turned my back, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, as Jules cleaned up and got dressed. With my back still turned, I said, "Jules, you gotta be more careful than that. If I've caught you twice now..." "Yeah, I know," Jules interrupted, his voice strained. "I wasn't thinking clearly, okay? I was just trying to clear my head. I... fuck, man... I started to think I was seeing and feeling things. Like, I could have sworn it felt like you have... breasts or something, man."

She simply does not give a fuck. Jules sips his juice rather loudly “And you wonder why I don’t associate with that gender, they are savages” he shrugs. “uhg not you too” I take a big bite out of my burger ignoring their snickers “ that’s it I need new friends you too are fake as fuck”