Pulp Fiction: Jules And Vincent Novels & Stories

I know how he feels… I felt broken too when I had thought I had lost her. Calous finally showed up an hour later. He took everything in me not to fly down there and rip him to pieces demanding him to tell me where he has her. He was a pathetic actor that made it all the worse, and the others bought it. They began to depart when Jules came rushing out “What the fuck did you do to her?” Jules ran up and started hitting him. I found amusement in that, but it was short lived until Vincent told her to stop, and she saw the body.

Justin budged, his body moving backwards like limbo. It all happened so quickly. The thug missed, and Justin grabbed the man's beefy arm. The man screamed, feeling Justin cook his hands. Jungkook smirked before hoisting the man above him and dropping him down hard, before punching the man with a flaming fist, making him unconscious. Just then, the most hilarious thing happened "Firrrreeeee!!" Wait what? All of us turned to the source of music, watching Jules stuff his phone and then staring at us with a sheepish grin. Jules looked at me, and I gave him that look as if to say, 'What's with the song?' To which he said,

Vincent was standing beside our table. He looked like a man possessed. He had discarded his tie, his dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat, his long black trench coat hanging open. His face was a mask of cold, lethal fury, his dark eyes locked onto Julian’s hand, which was still gripping my thigh. "Who the hell are you?" Julian demanded, trying to sound brave, though he instantly let go of me and sat up. Vincent didn't answer with words. He stepped forward, grabbing Julian by the lapels of his jacket and hoisting him halfway out of the booth with terrifying, effortless strength.

His eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing, which only means he was dead, and it seems that he died because of loss of blood from his ripped arm "Who sent you" Vincent growled, "I have already told them what I know" the guy at the right cried out "I swear I don't know anything else" Vincent growled and it echoed in the room, his claws emerged slowly from his fingers and he plunged them into the guy's stomach. "Speak" Vincent commanded with his voice filled with authority. He spat out blood before talking "she promised to pay us if we could rape the girl". "Who is she?" he asked menacingly, as he pushed his claws further into the guy's stomach.

"Whoops!" "So, this drunk fuck dangles them over the table and declares he'll only give them back if she can beat him. BF gives him the evil eye and ups the ante, saying that she'll only play him if they play with vodka." "Oh shit, I see where this is going." "Everyone gets quiet and they roll to see who goes first. Jules managed to stop closest to the line, and then proceeded to drop one shot after another on this guy. He dutifully drank each one, but was almost green by the last ball. Jules grabbed his wrist when he went for the last shot and drank it for him, and the place went completely nuts."

“I saw your body and held your hand.” The thoughts of his body in the morgue filled my head. My blood ran hot. I bit my lips. Pedro searched his body. And nodded to me. “We are both on your side.” Julio said. You bloody sons of a bitch. “You burnt my vineyards. Killed my men. Cost me my jet.” “We wanted it to be believable.” I laughed hard. “You fucking say that to my face. I want to believe this is some fucking nightmare.” I walked back to my car.

“You tampered with a car tyre.” “And because of you, she almost died.” I continued. His eyes flickered. That was all I needed. I straightened and nodded at Vincent. “Let’s start.” Vincent didn’t hesitate. The first punch came fast and hard, right to the man’s stomach. He bent forward, gasping, the chair rattling loudly. “Talk,” Vincent said calmly. The man groaned. “I swear, I don’t know…” I stepped forward and slapped him. “I don’t like lies,” I said quietly. “Let’s try this again.”

Their eyes locked—two men bound by the same legacy of blood, standing face to face under the storm that had followed them both their entire lives. Vincent raised his gun. “Then let’s finish it.” The next seconds blurred into chaos—two gunshots, one scream, thunder crashing above us. I dropped to my knees, covering Alina as the echo tore through the trees. When I looked up, Vincent was on the ground, his white shirt blooming red. Luca stood over him, chest heaving, his gun still raised but his hand shaking. Vincent coughed, blood spilling from his lips. “You… you’re just like him…”

mutters Julian, who hasn’t stopped bouncing his knee since they were cuffed. “Relax,” Trevor says, cracking his knuckles. “You act like this is real.” “It feels real!” Vincent says. “This isn’t some DUI or club fight. This is rape, Trev. Rape. They’re gonna throw us under the bus to make an example out of us.” “Example?” Vincent scoffs. “Like we didn’t do it.”

I scream into Julian’s neck and bite down and his groan vibrates against my cheek. Julian cums first. He buries up and I feel every pulse of his warm cum fill me, his hands bruising my hips while he empties. Vincent fucks through his son’s cum. The wet sound is filthy and loud and he doesn’t speed up or slow down, just keeps his measured pace. His cock pumps beside Julian’s softening one through a load of cum that’s making everything slick and sloppy.