Jules Tvd Novels & Stories

Jules got a red bracelet, which meant that she was a switch; she was both a submissive and a dominatrix. We were not allowed to go in with our phones because of privacy. They didn't want to end up in a situation whereby people were videoed without their consent, so when our coats were taken from us, our devices were as well. I was self-conscious, but I tried not to let it show as Jules and I stepped into the main club. That was where the real fun was. I watched as Jules' eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of people having sex in public and not in the usual vanilla way. I was quite ashamed to admit to myself that it caught my attention as well.

In the corner, Jules appeared out of nowhere and approach her. “Don’t worry I’ll tour you to the whole Moover City if you want.” Jules who was just arrived from the house saw how Zandro coldly decline her. Jules was a bit angry at what he saw, he didn’t expect Zandro to be that rude to her.

Jules watched Ben wearily. His high-handed methods were annoying her. She wasn’t a simpleton or a weak little. Jules knew she could handle herself normally. But adding in her first mating heat and wanting to climb the scheming jerk all this time, Jules feared it was all a disaster in the making. He’d never talked to her about anything, just decided for the two of them, expecting her to follow blindly. Jules wasn’t a follower, nor was she a prim daddy’s girl. Ben had a lot to learn, and Jules aimed to school him.

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.

There were a dozen things pretty about Venus and it had nothing to do with how she looked. "Julie?" Kenya was not impressed. "Huh?" "Pass me the remote, they are about to start Steven Universe." Jules did as she said, relieved he didn't have to put his feelings into actual words. ━━━━━ "Oh Jules, you look great." Aunt Marie exclaimed from behind him. Jules rolled his eyes, what was great about jeans and a t-shirt? He knew he wasn't a bad looking guy, in fact, he used to be on top of the food chain once upon a time when he cared about wanting everything.

"I've told her she can spend my f*e on some new shoes, so she's cool." Scott laughed, but remained curious. "Can I check, sweetheart? Were you really into that just now, or are you just a bloody good actor?" Jules considered, tilted her head, and replied. "Put it this way, Scott. If and when you get another Darren, I'm up for it, definitely, very much so. Now, I need to get going. Those shoes won't buy themselves you know." As she reached the door, she turned to him. "Oh, yeah, one last question, as Columbo used to say. What's the TV screen in the consulting room for?"

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.

I would never get to say a proper goodbye. Jules' present sitting in my lap was the only thing that kept me from falling apart. I had begun to think violent things, like maybe her own father had killed his daughter. He had probably found out she was a lesbian. He probably hit her with a Crucifix while shouting, "The power of Christ compels you!" Or maybe it was an exorcism gone wrong.

Jules was known for his big mouth and his penchant to spill things he promised not to spill. He yawned then in spite of himself. “I’m just gonna rest my head down here.” His eyes suddenly looked very sleepy. “What truth, Jules?” I repeated. “What do you think I’m hiding from you?” He yawned again. “I know she’s wife. You’re REAL wife, despite the ruse you two have going on. I’ve seen your home. I saw it when I dropped off the gemstones. It’s quite cozy. Not as luxurious as I would have thought. But homey. Cute furniture. Nice decore. You have good taste.” His eyes were closing but he kept mumbling. “She’s a beautiful woman. Charming too. And she has this gentle confidence she exudes. Honestl

Jenny reflects on Julius's past, recalling his brief infatuation and first love with Celine. At the age of sixteen, he was truly smitten with her. Back then, Julius was kind and attentive, granting her every desire. Jessica and Jenny would lightly tease him about it, but he paid no mind. Celine wanted to wait until after the prom night to be intimate, and Julius respected her wishes. Then, during the homecoming dance, Julius stumbled upon Celine having an affair with one of his friends in a utility closet.