Jules Wallet Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

After being dropped off at Bane’s Coffee and Books, the small coffee shop where Paisley worked, I took a moment to release the tension in my shoulders. That woman was terrifying on many levels, and only a few of them were physical. The bell rang when I pulled open the glass door. “Pay’s!” A young woman shouted from behind the counter. “Hey Jules.” I waved back and gathered my apron. Juliet was in Paisley’s graduating class and the two seemed to be close friends- at least, from what I’d gathered over working at Bane’s the last few days. Jules had long auburn hair styled in waves with tips of dyed blonde ends almost in flame-like fashion. Everything about her screamed teenage rebellion from th

Jules finally turned her head as her eyes traveled up and down Hilary’s outlook, taking in the expensive clothes bought with stolen money and the desperate, frantic malice in her eyes. “I don't deal with people below my feet,” Jules said coldly, her voice heavy with thick disdain, “And as for your company? It definitely didn’t make the cut because it’s a sinking ship, run by incompetent thieves. Now, move out of my way before I have security remove you like the common thief and trespasser you are!”

He was not interested in poking his nose into affairs like this. When both of them left the room, Michael felt his eye twitch upon seeing the sweat on Wanda’s head matting her hair. He promptly thought that he had read too much into the situation. How could Kayson be someone so crude? Over two hours later, Jules came back panting. “Here, these are all the pills that I had at home. I’m not keeping anything from you!” Jules was on pins and needles, worried that Kayson would doubt him or feel dissatisfied.

I mumble. Jules doesn’t stop there. She produces a slim, worn journal, its leather cover creased and scuffed. “She wrote in this every day,” she says, her voice cracking. “I didn’t read it because Hayley made me promise to never read her stuff. Maybe there’s something in here. Something you can… figure out.” The weight of the journal feels like a boulder in my hands. I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat, and quickly slip it into my purse.

Questions were coming to her faster than she could spit them out. Raphael took out Jared’s wallet and put it gently in the palm of her hand. She turned it over, inspecting it. Her hands visibly shook as she opened the wallet to find her brother’s face staring back at her with a confident grin. His driver’s license. Another picture peeked out from inside—the picture of Jared and her from their Grand Canyon trip. It looked as though it had been through a war, all tattered and torn, yet still remarkably vivid in color.

AVA'S POV Jason’s eyes stayed fixed on the wallet in his hand. His fingers brushed over the cracked leather like it was some kind of clue, something to decode. I saw the way his jaw tensed, how his brows pulled together. “Whose is this?” he asked again, voice low. I didn’t answer right away. I was tired. Too tired for this kind of questioning. My head already felt full — Julian’s visit, the check, the fake smile I’d been wearing all evening. And now this.

and the kids like a gallant hero, but remarkably, Julius seemed to have much more self-control. Though he was known to be a drinker, Paul never saw him have more than one or two glasses of wine and never once did Julius appear out of control. It seemed he was being on his best behavior in front of the twins. When he first moved to Paris, Julius had not been in a hurry to look for work. Instead, he chose to spend as much time with Macey and the kids as he could to make up for the years they lost. Paul might have called him a freeloader if not for the incredible wealth he possessed. Julius never needed to work, so treating his time in Paris as an extended holiday was only natural. Instead of

she asked, her voice filled with hope. "Yeah, how much do you need?" he asked again. "Um, $50," she said. "Will that be enough for you?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Yes, it will," she said. Shawn ordered one of his men to get him his wallet from his room. The man obeyed, leaving and later returning with the wallet. Shawn opened it and brought out a $100 note. "Here you go," he said, handing it to Violet. Violet's face turned surprised, her eyes wide with shock. "I asked for $50," she said.

"You seem tired." "That's because I am, Juliet." I sassed. "I can't even think about quitting because the pay is very generous." "Yeah, I'm looking forward to your first paycheck." Jules was a writer, so she never really left the house. Recently, she developed writer's block and she didn't seem eager to overcome it. She only had one published book and was looking forward to publishing the next one. "You know damn well that paycheck is going into the apartment." "Speaking of the apartment, did you tell them yet? You came in this morning and rushed out of the house without speaking a word to me!"

saying that she grabbed her bag and tried to run out but a hand held her from behind and yanked her closer to him and she yelled in pain. “Stop pretending to be innocent “ Jules whispered into her ear, “ I know what girls like you do and I am ready to mingle” saying that he cupped her right breast and gave it a squeeze, she yelled in pain and the next moment she was pushing him away so hard and her dress got ripped off revealing the red bra she was wearing.