Pulp Fiction Jules Gun Novels & Stories

He gritted in anger. End of Flashback. He then turned his hand and pointed the gun towards Jules and aimed at her forehead. A gunshot was heard. He shot her through her forehead and she fell instantly to the ground lying lifeless with her eyes still wide opened. Emma screamed with her eyes almost out of her sockets. She then covered her mouth and stared at Jules's lifeless body. Miles also began to shiver after he heard the gunshot. He held his sister's dress tightly and closed his eyes shut. Emma gulped holding her brother tightly.

In front of me, Jules sat puffing on a cigar, and his hair lay in greasy strands on top of his head. The lights shook with every crack of lightning. A thick fog of smoke filled the car, intertwining with the fragrance of Jules's top-tier bourbon. The ice in my glass clinked as I brought the amber liquid up to my lips. I let the warmth of the booze burn my throat as I tried to numb away the evening's events. "So, what is going to happen to Pepper?" I finally asked the question that had loitered in my mind since I plunged the knife into John.

As soon as Jules saw Maureen, he instantly thought that the woman in his arms was subpar. ‎"Can I join you guys? You seem like you’re having so much fun!" Maureen’s drunken look added to her charm. ‎"We’ll do whatever you want us to." Jules licked his lips. His eyes were lecherous. ‎Maureen picked up the spiked drink and said, "Simple, just drink it all." ‎The few people around them fell silent. Jules’s lewd face darkened. All of them knew that the drink was spiked, so only a fool would drink it.

No need for petty validation from this guy. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The bullets flew again. Ray now knew kinetic steel rods couldn't hit this opponent. Time to switch back to bullets. Jules couldn't dodge them this time. His body was riddled with bullets. Knowing he could no longer deceive Ray, he gave up pretending. The bullets clinked off the snow, colliding in crisp, sharp notes. But Jules wasn't in the mood to appreciate the sounds. His face paled further, and he suddenly spun on his heels and ran.

she said, "Cash. Right now. Or I’m going straight to Mom’s room and telling her you were trying to eat Ginny's face." "Jules!" I gasped, my jaw dropping. "You can't—Raphael, don't—" But it was too late. Raphael flipped open the wallet. His fingers flicked through a stack of crisp bills. He pulled out five hundred-dollar bills and held them out. Jules snatched them so fast I thought I heard the air whistle. She did a quick count, her little eyes gleaming with a terrifying, capitalistic fire. "Pleasure doing business with you, Raphael," she chirped. She stuffed the money into her pajama pocket and turned on her heel. "Goodnight, Ginny. Try not to get caught making out with your brother."

Whzzzzzzzzzt! The spear hissed and hit, a knot of noise and force. It punched through Julie’s throat with a wet crunch, the barbs blooming out her nape. Her mouth made an O that was more surprise than pain; she folded like a bad card trick. Her heels knocked a bucket. She went over the rail with a slap and a small cough of blood that looked obscene on daylight water. “Jules?!” Stephanie screamed. “What the—what the hell—” John lowered the empty gun. The face she loved was on it. His eyes were not.

He didn’t look at anything. Good. He didn’t need to. “Lucian!” a loud voice boomed. I turned to see Alpha Gunner coming down the front steps, arms wide, smug as always. His coat trailed behind him like he was stepping onto a stage instead of saying goodbye. “What the hell happened to him?” he asked, glancing at Jules with raised brows. “He bites,” I said simply, brushing past him. He laughed, too loud, too proud. “Right. And here I thought you liked the ones with fire.”

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and Jules stepped in like she owned the place. Black boots. Dark denim. A cropped leather jacket that screamed danger even without the twin blades strapped across her back like attitude. Her short hair was tousled, messy in the way that said she either didn’t care or just got back from doing something illegal. I stood barefoot in the center of the living room, robe belted tight, still reeling from the morning. Jules looked me up and down. “You look like you just tried to strangle a man with a champagne flute.”

His eyes filled with nothing but monstrous hatred as he roared, "Skylar! How dare you? She was my only sister!" I changed to a new magazine. "Don Gray, you’ve forgotten." I turned my head, meeting his gaze through the gunfire. "I used to be the best mercenary." With a bang, Jules’ right knee was pierced. The submachine gun flew from his hand, and the momentum carried it across the blood-soaked floor until it crashed into my military boots. The gunfire subsided, leaving only the sound of waves and Jules' panting. I lowered my gaze, and the dark muzzle of the gun pressed against his brow. Later, I raised my foot and stomped hard on his chest.

Officer Bernard revealed to Carlos how Jules Martin had set it up from the start. “He was the same person who urged officer Laurent to drink water from La Santé Prison, and we found a video of how he and Fred were in a heated argument. They wound up pointing guns at each other in one of the hotel hallways, but Jules shot first, and he had a silencer. Plus, there was no one around them. So, no one saw and knew what happened until the soldiers came looking for Fred and your group.” “I see,” Carlos said while massaging his jaws.