Novel & Cerita Pulp Fiction Jules Bible Quote

“Sit.” Julio obeyed, though obedience wasn’t the right word for him. He sat like a man who allowed no chair to hold him fully, his shoulders rigid, his leg restless. He poured himself coffee, drank it black, his eyes narrowing on the man he considers his brother. “You have that look,” Julio muttered finally. “The one you get before you tell me something reckless.” Lucien’s mouth curved faintly, though his eyes stayed sharp. “Perhaps. Or perhaps I’m about to tell you something inevitable.”

However, upon closer inspection, he realized that the needle tip was indeed poisonous. Piers had just stepped in and stood at the side when he heard this. His expression changed drastically. It was poisonous?! Ruth’s expression remained unchanged as she looked at Julius indifferently. “It was in self-defense and counterattack, it’s natural to strike back with fatal intent. It’s a pity that Dulcie didn’t give me the poison that would seal his throat.” Julius’s expression changed drastically. He could not tell if Ruth was just venting or speaking seriously. “You…!”

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to live." Jules felt sick saying it. He was a hypocrite. What did he do when those same words were thrown at him? "I feel like such an asshole saying that that to you. I'm such a hypocrite, but," he let out a breath, "I'm done. Done giving advice I never followed. I'm done being a hypocrite, so I'm going to tell you something." The story of how the king fell from his throne. ━━━━━ "I was a pretty dumb kid," Jules began. He could see through the window from where he sat. He wished for rain which would match his mood but the sky was an unbroken sea of blue save for the band of salmon pink which taunted him.

𝐀𝐕𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕: “…Then said, never ask Ava to do something like this again, or I will murder you and your entire family,” Jules finished dramatically before taking a sip of her caramel mocha. “Shut up.” Stella leaned forward, her eyes wide. “He did not say that.” “No, he didn’t.” I shot Jules a disapproving look. “Stop exaggerating.”

I nodded and soon, I was handing over a glass to both of them as I took the sofa opposite them. Three of them remained mute for a couple of minutes, relishing the silence as they sipped from their respective glass cups. “You mentioned that you had to speak to me about something before you retired for the night if I remember correctly,” I began, swirling the contents in my cup. “Yes, I did.” Jules cleared his throat. “It’s a rather niggling feeling that I have to address to make peace with myself.” “Let’s hear it then, shall we?” I leaned into the sofa as I stared at my brothers.

It wasn’t entirely empty. “Someone poisoned them,” I muttered. It came as a statement of realization, boosting my confidence from zero to fifty. “They were poisoned,” I said again. “Even if they were,” Vincent followed up. He stood, glanced around before continuing. “Even if they were poisoned, Jules has lost a wife. That’s war, Paris. And he won’t hesitate to rain fire on us.”

I never saw Alpha Devon this angry. "You don't know what you're talking about, Jules," Alpha Devon said coldly. Jules chuckled without humor. "I know what I'm talking about, Alpha Devon. And I know how you turned blind when our father died," Jules said. I was stunned by what Jules said. Why was the death of our father included in their conversation? “Please…Jules—“

She simply does not give a fuck. Jules sips his juice rather loudly “And you wonder why I don’t associate with that gender, they are savages” he shrugs. “uhg not you too” I take a big bite out of my burger ignoring their snickers “ that’s it I need new friends you too are fake as fuck”

Jules was already cracking open the first bottle of red, pouring generous glugs into four mismatched mugs because none of us could be bothered to hunt for actual wine glasses. “Cheers to surviving another year of adulting,” Jules said, clinking her mug against ours. She took a long swallow, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “And to finally admitting that none of us have gotten properly laid in months.” Sage’s mug froze halfway to her lips. Her eyes flicked to me, then to Nova, then back to the floor. “Jules,” she murmured, half-scolding, half-laughing.

I would never get to say a proper goodbye. Jules' present sitting in my lap was the only thing that kept me from falling apart. I had begun to think violent things, like maybe her own father had killed his daughter. He had probably found out she was a lesbian. He probably hit her with a Crucifix while shouting, "The power of Christ compels you!" Or maybe it was an exorcism gone wrong.