Romans & histoires Julie And The Phantoms Juke Fanfic

“I don’t know. I think it might have been this bracelet that my mom made me promise to never take off. After it came off, my powers completely awakened.” Exia nods. “It’s possible that she bewitched the bracelet to stifle your powers. But why would she do that?” Jules shrugs. “I don’t know, but I think it might have something to do with my father.” Exia raises her hand and produces a knife similar to Jules’. “It seems we have a lot to talk about. Tell me, what is your name?” Jules swallows hard before she answers. “My name is Juliet LeTueur Romanis, and this is my…my boyf─mate, Rowan.”

I jerked away. He didn’t look at me. --- The warehouse loomed, music thumping like a sick heartbeat. Julia stood at the entrance, her honey-brown eyes gleaming. “You came,” she purred. “How… predictable.” Ace’s hand settled on my lower back. “Stay close.” I stepped out of his reach. “I’ll do what I want.” Julia laughed. “Oh, Brie. Still playing the rebel?” Valerie materialized beside me, a champagne flute in hand. “Careful, Juju. She’s got a knife and a grudge.”

Calla's POV "There's absolutely no way these chicken taste better." Julie said,while sitting on my office chair and spinning around with a bowl of chicken in her hands. "I've searched the corners of earth for it but...it's one in a million." "Just text him and ask him where he go it." I urged her. She has been going on about how a weird guy she met at a Frank Ocean concert shared a special chicken tenders with her. "I'm not going to break contact. I'm standing on business." She objected which I'm not surprised by considering the fact that she ghosted him after he used his head to smash a wooden chair at the restaurant they went to.

“Then let’s feed you. Oh, and Maryelle?” “Yes?” “If I ever meet Jared, I’ll kill him—and then find a way to bring him back just so I can kill him again.” The promise should horrify me. Instead, it makes me smile. I’m officially the psychotic girl who thrills at guys fighting over her. “You’re so over the top,” I tease, suppressing both the giggle and the wicked rush in my chest. “And you’re so beautiful,” Phantom counters, melting me into a puddle I can’t control. “I should feed you. I don’t want hunger to be the reason you never come back for another movie night. Tonight took an unexpected turn.”

“You are so boring. “ I know he won’t reply and I don’t care. We keep dancing and I eventually decide to send a text to Max. I also sent him a selfie with Lillian. We look horrible in the picture but I don’t care. My hair is wet, we must have been dancing for hours. I also have no idea what time it is. Max: where are you Max: Ev? Me: a club in town. Max: Did you take anything Me: I just had one drink. Max: Are you sure “Hey!” I feel Jules’ hand close around mine, and he is pulling my phone away. “Enough typing. Tell your boyfriend you’re busy. “ “I don't have a boyfriend. “ “Really?’ “Yeah. “ Jules smirks. “Come on, let’s dance. “ I put my phone in the pocket of my jeans and we go to the d

“I also imagine you lying down spent on my bed, your lashes lowered while you give me a lazy grin looking every inch like a woman that has been thoroughly fucked,” “Don’t you think that those thoughts are too personal to disclose to a stranger?” she squeaked in shock. I grinned and she looked at me with wide eyes. “Perhaps. But if we are being reasonable nobody goes around claiming to be the fiancée of a stranger, Snow white.” “Snow white?” she asked in surprise her eyes zeroing in on me as I stared at her, slowly pausing my movement. “I am Julia.” She corrected smiling. “And I am willing to be your wife.”

When I left her room, I went to the university to collect some things I'd left in Julian's office. I walked in on him playing a party game with his students. Sheila had lost a round. The penalty was to kiss one of the male students. She picked a guy at random. Just before her lips touched his, Julian pulled her away. His possessiveness hadn't dulled at all. When we were kids, he would get jealous if I talked to another boy for too long. Of course, watching the woman he actually loved about to kiss someone else, he couldn't take it.

“You two are absolutely doomed.” After school, Julian walked Amara home. It was becoming a routine, a realization that should have concerned her more than it did. They walked slowly under the shared shadow of his umbrella, the evening rain softening into a steady drizzle around them. The air smelled of wet asphalt, dark coffee, and distant thunder. Amara glanced sideways at him. “You know,” she said carefully, “most fake boyfriends don’t actually do all this.” Julian adjusted the angle of the umbrella, ensuring she was completely covered. “Do what?”

He violently shook off her hand. "I was with her for eight goddamn years! You think I can just throw that away like trash?" he roared. "Yeah, I have feelings for you, but it was the thrill! It was the novelty!" "We were just satisfying each other in bed! You weren't exactly complaining when you were screaming my name last night, were you?" Chloe went rigid, her face turning ashen. "What... what are you saying? You were lying to me this whole time?" Julian didn't waste another second. He brushed past her and bolted for the door. Chloe’s hysterical sobs echoed behind him, but he didn't look back. He ran like a madman toward the Pack Medical Center.

Julius said, and a smile curved out of my lips. “Julius!” someone called out to him and his nose wrinkled in anger. “Not that little bitch again,” he muttered and turned around, smiling sweetly at Lucia. “You wanna dance with me?” she winked seductively at him, twirling her artificial blonde hair around. Julius got up from the seat and grinned at me before sliding his hand around Lucia’s tiny waist. “You’re missing a lot, bro,” he mouthed at me before staggering away with his little bitch.