Jules Pulp Fiction Speech Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POV Kyla walked up to Jules and stopped beside him. Her arms folded loosely as she glanced at his profile. He was calm but tensed, like a storm brewed beneath his skull. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, in a low voice. Jules didn’t look at her right away. His eyes stayed fixed on something invisible in the distance, as though the thoughts in his head were heavier than the world around him. “I want to end every fucking thing,” he said finally. “Whoever the boss is, I don’t care. I want him gone. I don’t care if I have to die to do it.”

𝐀𝐕𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕: “…Then said, never ask Ava to do something like this again, or I will murder you and your entire family,” Jules finished dramatically before taking a sip of her caramel mocha. “Shut up.” Stella leaned forward, her eyes wide. “He did not say that.” “No, he didn’t.” I shot Jules a disapproving look. “Stop exaggerating.”

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.

[Me: I have something to tell you] [Rafael: why don't you come over so we can talk about it?] [Rafael (2): I'm sorry about this morning btw. Yk I love you] [Rafael (3): yk I'd never hurt you intentionally, baby. I hope you're not mad at me] "Unbelievable." Jules let out. "This man has some nerve, doesn't he? He's lucky you're not throwing him in jail. He should be begging at your feet."

"There's nobody inside! We've already cleared the place. You're only going to get yourself killed by going back in there. Stay out here, understood?" Julius spat at their feet and staggered back through the crowd, heading to his car. He leaned over, spitting into the grass, feeling nauseated. Reaching into his pocket, he touched the pair of Jenny's silk panties, rubbing the fabric thoughtfully. They were threadbare now, something he'd stolen from her room when he was eighteen. He watched as the fire truck hosed down the building, wishing he'd had the chance to take another pair.

Sage’s head was thrown back, dark hair fanned across the quilt, her small breasts rising and falling with every gasp. “Wow… just take a look at you” Jules said, low and rough, almost conversational despite the intensity in her eyes. She wasn’t one for flowery talk; her words came out blunt, like orders at last call. “All flushed and dripping down my wrist. You been holding out on us, artist girl? Saving this pretty pussy for the right night?” She twisted her fingers on the next thrust, curling them just so, and Sage let out a broken whimper that went straight to my core.

"You should call yourself an excellent executioner instead!" Sally smiled calmly. "Perhaps you’d like to see for yourself whether I’m a doctor or an executioner, Ms. Jules.” Sally walked over slowly and picked up the glass of water. "Ms. Jules, would you like to try drinking this glass of water and seeing if you’ll faint?" Jules rolled her eyes. "Do you think that I’m stupid? "My sister fainted after taking just a sip. If I took a sip and fainted, you would be the only one left standing! No one else would be able to talk on behalf of us sisters anymore!”

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay level. “Because that dead bastard fathered children. And one of them is a son.” Her gaze snapped back to me. Her hand flew to her mouth as a sharp gasp escaped. “You’re not joking?” she whispered, eyes wide with shock. I let out a dry, bitter scoff and shook my head. “No, Jules. I’m not joking.” “So I want you to do something for me,” I said, nodding toward the scattered papers on the floor. “Pick those up.”

“Fine, fine—shut up, he’s coming.” All chatter stopped as Jules stepped out, holding a speech manuscript. His navy blue tailored suit fit like a second skin. Those deep peach-blossom eyes and sharp jawline had half the room holding their breath. He stood beside the podium. Behind him, the screen lit up with the conference visuals. “Good morning, everyone. Welcome, distinguished guests, members of the press, to the Xone Group’s official press conference.” Thunderous applause. Jules waited a few seconds for silence, then continued.

“That’s the funny part.” Sophia’s composure shattered. “You idiot,” she snapped, her voice rising as panic bled through the control. “Why are you talking to him? You weren’t supposed to say anything.” I tightened my grip on the weapon, my heart pounding. “You were not supposed to talk to him,” she continued, glaring at the man on the floor. “Julius, why? What did you tell this kid?” Julius coughed, then laughed again, louder this time. “Relax,” he said. “I didn’t tell him anything he wasn’t already walking into.”