Pulp Fiction Jules Gun 소설 & 이야기

She could hear their loud laughter and the way was taunting someone with the rest of his guests laughing loudly. She walked into the dining hall with her gaze fixed on the floor and trying not to appear rude or something, it all happened too fast and before she knew it, she was on the floor, Dante was covered in the chicken soup and the ceramic plate was lying a few meters away from them shattered completely. Janelle looked back to the door, to see what caused her fall and she saw one of the guards, Joel trying so hard to hide his smirk. She immediately knew he set her up for death and she took another breath while waiting for whatever was coming for her. The whole dining hall was quiet and

By evening, I found myself pulling up outside Jules’ house in one of Lucien’s Lamborghinis, the engine purring low enough to attract attention from half the neighborhood. The second Jules stepped outside, I rolled down the window quickly. “Get in before your dad sees this and starts interrogating my entire bloodline,” I warned. “Too late,” Jules muttered while hurrying toward the car. “That man thinks every expensive vehicle belongs to organized crime.” She slipped into the passenger seat and— Wow. I stared for a full second. Jules had gone all out. Dark fitted pants hugged her legs perfectly while her partially unbuttoned black shirt exposed just enough skin to feel dangerous without trying

Jules clenched her eyes shut and her bottom lip trembled. “Don’t be stupid now, Alex,” Allen said to me and I shot the man standing in front of Allen in the head. “Let her go,” I said to the man but he kept the gun against her head. “I’m not playing this game with you.” “It’ll really be a waste when you die, you have so much talent,” Allen said as he looked at me and I shot him in the chest and raised the gun towards the man and Jules screamed as the bullet struck him in the center of his forehead.

he muttered, tapping his phone. "Should we keep him alive?" he asked. I turned back to Jules. "Do you think you deserve to live?" Jules whimpered. Said nothing. "You ran girls through ports I owned. You slipped drugs in schoolyards. And now you sit there, bleeding in my chair, praying I give a fuck." He sobbed. "Please." I aimed the gun at his head. "Please?" "I have a kid." "So did my sister." I pulled the trigger. The shot rang through the warehouse like a death bell.

I cried out, my voice trembling with worry. The guards gently laid him down on a nearby sofa, blood staining his clothes and the air thick with the metallic scent of it. My hands shook as I reached out to touch him, to reassure myself that he was still alive. The bullets had found their mark, hitting Jules in the abdomen and shoulder. But by some miracle, they had passed through cleanly, without causing any major damage to his bones or organs. Still, the sight of him lying there, pale and weak, filled me with a sickening sense of dread.

“What did I do?” “Jules came in unexpectedly while you were adding ingredients, I don’t know if it scared you, or what, but you dropped in more ingredients than intended, there was huge burst of dust and light. When it cleared, Jules and I had hurried over to you, to make sure you were okay. She got to your side first, when you looked at us your eyes were pitch black and you instantly killed Jules. I used my lightening to knock you out.” I fell to the ground in despair, tears spilling out, no, Jules was my best friend, my only friend, I heard him speaking yet in the background it was muffled, barely heard what he said.

They muttered, making a run for it at the approaching headlights and i was able to grasp unto one hitting him across with the stick in my hands while the police pulled up opposite the alley. "Shit, you shouldn't have called them" I cursed as i sighted Jules alight from the van and she suddenly pulled me away at the sound of gunshots that pierced through the windshield of the same car, shattering the glasses that fell by my side. "Yeah, looks like you knew what you were doing" She said sarcastically as the other man was pulled up from the ground with a bleeding head and into the bondage of a pair of handcuffs before being led into the van but the gunshots hadn't stop.

An alpha. Falling back against the door, Jules all but ripped his fly open and took his leaking cock into his hand. He stroked it, hard and fast, his face buried in Devlin’s jacket, until he finally came in long spurts, his slick hole pulsing around nothing. Afterward, he felt so ashamed and guilty he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror.

“Actually, we’re a little low on cash for the trip back. It’s all Jules’ fault. He saw a pretty redhead at the strip club and gave her all our money. He’s even talking about going there again today to say goodbye. He’s a show-off. Now, he doesn’t mind to run all the way back, but I know how dangerous it can be. I’ll send the money back as soon as we land on Baywood. You don’t have to worry about it.” The news about the strip club, Jules, and the redhead, seem to be stuck in my fucking throat. That has to be Vanessa, because there isn’t another redhead in that club. Fuck. I thought I hated the guy. Now, I want to kill him. “I’ll get you what you need,” I assure him. “Don’t worry about it.” I

he said under his breath as he crushed the hand of one of the Van Helsings’ underfoot as the man tried to lift his weapon and shoot. His kick smashed in the face of the third. He dragged the man with the crushed hand up and silenced his wails with his teeth, filling his stomach until it was overfull, before dropping the man to the ground and turning to help his dad – except Jules didn’t need any help and looked up with a bloody grin, visibly panting. “That was fun,” Jules told him and then sobered. “We should get back, and make sure everyone is out.”