Jules Speech Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

The rumour spreading about Jules. According to Jules, we all knew that the rumor was exaggerated. He was in a club, but not what the people made it sound like. It was a club for friends, and Jules just happened to find someone, a girl actually, who knew how to speak english. So he had a long conversation with her, something every fan dreams of. Even the girl and her friend were so surprised to have the company of Jules Carpenter, and that's how all this started. Her friend uploaded a video of the girl and Jules where the girl is seen flicking Jules's forehead. Nothing more could have been needed to have made immature fans jealous.

"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!”

"Now, why are you taking the damn pills, Jules? Tell me!" **** PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT!!!

“I shouldn't have said it like that. I shouldn't have said anything at all.” Jules didn't answer right away. He clenched his jaw tight with his arms crossed like he was holding himself together. “Do you think it's right?” he muttered finally. “You'd cut yourself open for someone you don't even know. You know, if I were gay, you would just be a fling.” That stung more than his silence. “I… I didn't like the way you spoke about her! I thought you would look at me if I did what she did!”

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”

Afterward, Jules felt so embarrassed, but thankfully, Westcliff didn’t make fun of him and always acted as if there was nothing weird about his behavior. “Better?” he would say in a quiet murmur, and Jules would flush and nod and look anywhere but at him. Every time he told himself it was the last time, but his resolve melted into a mass of goo the next time he saw the duke. It was horrible. Horribly addictive. Ugh. Just thinking about it made him feel jittery with impatience, but unfortunately, they were in a very public place right now.

“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.

"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.

“What are you talking about now?” “I’m talkin’ tall, fine, dangerous in the best way,” Jules said, fanning himself with a napkin. “He walked in like he owns the damn place. Lord, he even smells expensive.” Her stomach skidded. “What—what does he look like, exactly?” Jules squinted like he was trying to remember a dream. “Sharp jaw, messed hair, that grin… you know, the kind that says, ‘I’ll wreck your life and you’ll thank me later.’”

"Your mother left the house for work one day and just never came back. And when I heard the news I didn't know what to think, how to act, how to breathe. It was like a nuclear bomb had gone off and everything was just still. And I knew you were out there suffering but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I could think was me, me, Me. Even after I had come to my senses I just didn't know how to approach you, talk to you after the horrible things I said." I can't live with a murderer. Don't say her name. You took her away from me. Jules could remember them all clear as day. "I'm here out of pure dumb luck. I got in the car, heading to my loft but before I knew it I found myself here. Home and