Jules Wallet Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

I could not help but let out a muffled groan from my throat. Cold sweat instantly soaked through my expensive backless dress. My vision blurred with pain, but I did not cry. I bit my lip, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth. I kept my eyes wide open, staring intently at Jules. I wanted to remember this face and remember this man who had personally crippled me after abandoning me. Jules tossed the bloodied hammer, and it slammed to the ground with a dull thud. He was panting heavily as he stared at the mangled hand. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes, but it vanished instantly. "Is that enough?"

Maria widened her phoenix eyes, a look she couldn't rush to hit him. “Okay, I had no intention of running away, tell me, how much?” Ripley pulled out his wallet, intending to wave it in front of Maria. Maria stared at the wallet, her eyes wide, how did she find this wallet so familiar, I don't know where I'd seen it before. Um, where did you see it? Ripley smiled wryly, withdrew a thousand dollars, and gave it to Maria, asking, "Is that enough?" Maria blinks her eyes wide, then her mouth widens into a greedy smile, grabs the money, licks her lips, and earns money!

Now he looked more than serious; it was frightening me. I stepped back, and he kept walking closer to me. “Did you know we had to keep playing the game?” My body hit the cold wall, with him protecting me. He pressed his hands against the sides of my face. There was nowhere for me to go, nowhere for me to run. I swallowed the saliva that had lodged in my throat, and my breath became heavy. “You began working at that strip club for men.” That was something Jules, I know, wouldn’t even consider, despite having a bullet in her head.”

Now she was getting tired of this half-baked spy operation as it seemed they weren't planning to come out. Finally, the door swung open, and a figure hurried out, his eyes forward with a bulge under his shirt. But in the light illuminating from the building, Jules caught sight of a paper bag sticking from the bottom. He walked towards an Audi, his head bent a little low as he dug his hands into his pockets seeking to pull out the keys. Jules gave him some time as he got in and slammed the door. Then she turned to the rearview mirror, checking herself out.

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and Jules stepped in like she owned the place. Black boots. Dark denim. A cropped leather jacket that screamed danger even without the twin blades strapped across her back like attitude. Her short hair was tousled, messy in the way that said she either didn’t care or just got back from doing something illegal. I stood barefoot in the center of the living room, robe belted tight, still reeling from the morning. Jules looked me up and down. “You look like you just tried to strangle a man with a champagne flute.”

Jules took a long drag and the smoke out of his nose. "Do you want one?" Jules offered the pack to me. "Oh, no thanks." I shook my head. I never tried a cigarette, but considering the little money I made, it was a habit I couldn't afford to like. "Ah, I should have known. Scared you can't afford it?" Did Jules just read my mind? "Uh, exactly," I muttered. Jules pocketed his pack as he turned into the dark to head towards the train cars. Up ahead were faint lights and what looked like a small bonfire.

She mumbled. Jules shook his head and stepped out of the door. It wasn't the first time he would be referred to in such a way and he believed it wouldn't be the last. But what was haunting him was what he had done. He had f**king slept with a slut! Not even a classy one that would keep the thing they had done in secret. A common tramp that he often never looked at twice. He wondered if it was a set-up. Maybe his friend had done that because he had told them he was only interested in his wife. His pregnant wife and he had freaking cheated on her.

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.

Raphael didn't even look embarrassed. He reached into one of the many pockets of his black cargo pants and pulled out a leather wallet. "How much to forget you saw me tonight, Shorty?" he rasped. Jules didn't look at me for permission. She didn't hesitate. She looked at the wallet, then back up at the man in front of her. "Five hundred bucks," she said, "Cash. Right now. Or I’m going straight to Mom’s room and telling her you were trying to eat Ginny's face."

Harper asked one of his chauffeurs to drop Jules at home, while he went back to his company(H-limited). When Jules arrived home, she immediately jumped out of the car, and ran into the house, like someone was chasing her. The guards and maids gave her a bizarre look. Some of them laughed at her for the ridiculous way she look. How can Mr. Scott's wife be dressed like a gangster truck driver? Jules ignored them going straight to the kitchen. she opened the fridge, scanning through it, and her eyes landed on a bowl of vanilla ice cream. "Great," she mumbled, her eyes glittering in excitement.