Julie And The Phantoms Juke Fanfic Novels & Stories

As if hearing his thoughts, Julie materialized in front of him. "My love," she cupped his cheek. "You're here," his voice softened as he carefully touched her hand to ensure she was flesh and blood. "Julie, I need to send a crew to follow the prisoners; they've escaped." She pulled him closer. "Let them go. We need to get reinforcements—witches, vampires—and prepare for a big battle. We'll get them back and much more." Jake's face still showed hesitation; he wasn't entirely convinced by Julie. She looked him in the eyes and, in a moment of passion, claimed his lips, tearing his shirt with desperate desire.

Like she was trying to prove something. Julia kissed with sweetness… like every brush of her lips held meaning. Julia was tender, too lovable to resist. This felt empty. There was absolutely no spark. Nothing fired up in me. “I’m Jeanine, not Julia,” she said, leaning in to steal another kiss. I turned my head away. She tightened her grip around me. “Please… just give me a chance. I can make you forget her.” “No,” I muttered, voice rough. “I want Julia.”

I felt her so vividly that her delicate taste was present in my mouth, her scent invaded my nostrils. I wanted her with such an absurd intensity that I found myself fantasizing that it was her beautiful mouth sucking me, which made me even harder, very close to cumming. I imagined what the heat and humidity of that seventeen-year-old pussy would be like and that was when the cum came even closer, threatening to break me. So I firmly grabbed the back of Juliane's head and pushed her down, forcing my cock to go deeper, reaching her throat. — I'm going to cum... swallow it all, you little slut... — I grunted and then I spilled.

At that moment, he felt a strong urge to kiss her until her soft pink lips grew swollen, but he could not risk such a move with Arthur nearby. He still lacked full freedom to act as he wished with his girlfriend while her father was present. He had already calculated that it would require several more months. "Am I dreaming?" she finally whispered. An instinctive grin spread across Julian's face. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to one soft cheek, then the other. They felt as delicate as rose petals. "Do you still believe it's a dream?" "Holy... what the—" she exhaled, still stunned. She glanced toward Arthur, who pretended to be unaware, clearly savoring the bewildered look on hi

I just sat there, staring at her, watching the way the silk complimented her skin. She pretended to read, but I knew her mind was somewhere else. Maybe thinking of that woman from the book who had lost control, or maybe wondering if she’d end up like her. And me…I sat there wondering how someone so strong could still look so fragile when she was silent. I reached out one last time, brushing my fingers against her hair. “Jules,” I said quietly. “I don’t care how strong or dangerous your power is. You’re mine. And nothing’s going to change that.” She didn’t look up, but her hand moved slowly, resting on mine for a second before pulling away.

“Fuck him!” “What is he doing?” She wondered. She stood up and fenced her waist with her left hand, tapping her forehead lightly with her right hand, reviewing what to do. She walked back to the bed and picked up her phone. She dialed Mr. Leo’s number but wasn’t reachable. She switched on her data to send a W******p message and she received ten reports from diverse platforms, broadcasting Dimitri’s submission to Mila. She hated seeing him in the limelight of people, and she threw her phone on the bed again.

I've been waiting for this news, and not even the cheating and controlling Dane could bring me down. "Hi, Juls," she says in this fake, cheerful tone, and I nod. Don't let her get to you, Juls; she's not worth it. "Heard you and your boyfriend called it quits, how tragic," she sighs, placing her hand over her heart. "Um yeah, it was a bummer," I mumble, trying to walk away when she grabs my shoulder and pulls me back. "Well, what happened?" she asks, blinking at me, her long fake eyelash extensions fluttering around.

I mouthed an '0'. Julia raised her eyebrow, "The Alpha King is the hottest man I'd ever seen. I would be stupid not to sleep with him," I pursed my lips, "Does he sleep with the others?" Julia nodded her head, "He does. But, unfortunately, most of us want it. I'm sure he wouldn't force it onto you." I sighed, "That's a relief," Julia laughed, "I'm going to get him to marry me one day," I smiled at her, picked up the knife, and cut the fruit. ************

Lucas whispered breathlessly. "What?" "I do like you." Juliette smiled and kissed Lucas' cheek. "I know," she whispered, "I like you too, Lucas." "Well, I didn't know this," Lucas scratched his head, "I thought you liked Killian." "What?" Juliette laughed. "Killian is my friend." "I don't think he thinks the same way about you," Lucas said. "But I don't care. Because you're stuck with me now." "Yeah," Juliette whispered while trying to hold Lucas' hand. She started by touching it softly like it was the most fragile thing in the world. Lucas tensed but tried to control himself.

The audience applauded, but neither of them looked at the singer. “I’ll be there if you need me,” Westcliff said at last, stroking his palm against Jules’s cheek. “Just ask, Julian.” “Okay,” Jules mumbled, his eyes slipping shut as he nuzzled into the duke’s hand. It felt so good. He had a feeling he would be purring if he were a cat. He kissed Westcliff’s palm chastely. “Fuck,” Westcliff said, his voice tight and low, the air thickening with his alpha pheromones. “I can’t wait for you to live in my house. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise.”