Jules Tvd 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 wouldn’t dare try to claim me as your mate.” “Why not? Both our mates are dead, and there is no one to get between us unless you count your little boy toy. Do you fantasize about him as you play with yourself at night?” A downright devious smirk rolled across Jules’s face as he rolled over onto his knees on the bed. Before I had a chance to retort, Jules climbed over the top of me. “Get off me, you sick bastard.” “Oh, you know I love it when you talk dirty to me, angel.” Jules shuddered as he spoke.

Exelle "Hey," Jules greeted me with a warm smile as soon as her eyes met mine upon entering the grand entrance of the hall. Jules has been my friend since our high school days, and her creative talent as an interior designer always left me in awe. We shared a history, just like Sam, and she knew about the profound struggles I had faced in the past. Time seemed to have stood still for Jules; he still possessed that porcelain rosy skin and a perfectly slim physique, resembling a true deity. It was undeniable that he had inherited his mother's striking features, Aunt Juliean.

After a few sexually charged moments, she clears her throat and looks away. "Anyway, thanks for letting us sit there. Geni and I had a lot of fun." She picks up the remote and points it at the TV. "I hope you don't mind," she says, changing subjects and breaking the tension. "Before you called, I was going to catch up on Outlander. I'm several episodes behind." "Fine with me," I say. "I'm used to those soft-porn shows." "Soft-porn shows?" "You know… Outlander, Game of Thrones, True Blood. Soft porn."

"Nothing you say will change my decision." Jules refused to give up and continued to explain, "Maddie was in Europe for several years. I just took better care of her because I was afraid she wouldn't adapt after she returned. I swear there’s nothing going on between Maddie and me. If you don't like her, I'll keep my distance from her, alright? Can you... " "No," I interrupted as I looked at him calmly. It turned out Jules had always known he and Maddie were too intimate, but he never cared.

Cameron muttered defensively. “Mhm,” Jules turned his attention back to his son. “Your anger is justified, Cameron, and the vampiress knows it, she’s just…” “Talen thinks that he’s her mate, he says that it’s the only reason that she would help him.” “Yeah,” Jules sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair. It might hold more salt than it used to, he thought, but at least it was still there… Damn it, he reprimanded himself. As if a handful of hair was going to make a difference. He caught Cameron watching him and flushed. “I should… I mean, I could take a nap, but I should…” He gestured towards the stairs.

Now that I had thought about it, Jane had always been around when anyone from the pack house was trying to attack me, she had watched every single event of that and it was making me wonder what could be going on through her mind. "How could you even afford a place like this? Did she steal from you? Or is she sleeping her away around?" She gasped, pointing her question at Luna Ysolde. I wasn't going to let her get away with that, so I had to strike as fast as I could, hitting her where it was going to pain the most. "Well." I started. "For starters, I slept with your husband and shit, he was bad. Wanna see the video?" Jules seethed with so much anger as she lurched forward, her hand flying ac

Aegon’s POV Jules hadn’t moved from her spot, but her eyes hadn’t left mine either. The flickering torchlight painted shadows across her face, Highlighting her gaunt cheeks and sharp eyes. I could almost feel the way her mind was working. It was evident through her eyes. She was Fast, Suspicious, wary as a wounded wild animal. It was smart. I’d always preferred that over the other kind—the loud ones. The ones who begged or threatened or cried. Jules didn’t cry. She watched.