Pulp Fiction Jules Gun Novels & Stories

The traitor dropped, but not before a flash. A bullet tore through Julio’s side. He staggered, the air punched out of him, but his gun stayed up. He shot again, and again, until his vision blurred. Lucien turned, saw the blood, saw him. “Julio!” Julio grinned through the pain, blood in his teeth. “Told you… I’d keep you breathing.” Lucien grabbed him as he fell, rage and horror breaking through the mask of the Mafia Lord. “Stay with me!” Lucien shouted, voice rough, shaking. “Fucking cover me, fucking cover Julio. Julio is fucking down.”

I sniffed. Jules was a freaking proud man, he thinks he can do everything himself. Trina and I entered his throne room only to see Jules on the floor lifeless, with his blood spilling everywhere, and Natalie just above his body, holding a bloody knife.

His headlights shine upon us and I pull back from the kiss, groaning at the interruption- even though I know I have urgent fucking business to attend to in the form of the three dead bodies lying on the pavement behind me. “Wanna take the Camaro and head back to the packhouse?” I ask Jules, stroking her cheek with a thumb. “This part’s no fun, and you’ve done more than enough for this pack for one night. Why don’t you go home and take a hot shower?” She nods in agreement, no doubt feeling as exhausted as she looks. Then she smirks. “If you’re quick, maybe you’ll get back in time to join me. I do hate showering alone…”

He just stared at me, his dark, dead eyes calculating the distance between my hand and the iron grate, and for a terrifying, suffocating second, I thought he was going to pull the trigger anyway. He was a professional, a man who killed for a living, and he probably figured he could shoot me and catch the phone before it hit the water. But then, a slow, wet cough rattled in his chest, and his grip on the gun shifted just a fraction as his shattered kneecap screamed in agony. "You're bluffing, Jules," Roman wheezed, spitting another glob of bloody saliva onto the concrete. "You're a terrified college kid with a broken wrist and a bleeding throat. You don't have the guts to destroy the only lev

The three dots danced on the screen. Declan: why? what happened? Jules: just went to a guys place to get my cherry popped and he refused to put a condom on Declan: what???? tell me you didn’t do it Jules: of course I didn’t Declan: remind me again how this is my fault Jules: you told me to find a rando to fuck and I did and now I have no money for food He sent a GIF of someone tilting their head in confusion.

I grab it, swinging hard. The metal connects with Jules' side, and she lets out a sharp grunt, stumbling. I don’t stop. I swing again, aiming for her shoulder. She dodges at the last second, and suddenly, a gun is in her hand. My stomach clenches. She cocks the hammer. “Game over, Vanderbilt.” Then a shot rings out. Jules jerks back, eyes widening in shock. Blood spreads across her side. I turn. Levi stands there, gun still raised, his face unreadable.

As much as she wanted to take his gun and press it to his tongue before pulling the trigger, she also knew he was the only reason she hadn't experienced something like this since joining the Bloody Sapphires. "Okay," Julius said, and he must have seen something in Jenny's careful expression, a tenderness that was meant to calm him, because it worked. He lowered his gun, staring down at Alvin for another moment, before slipping it back inside the holster. "Take these to Romano," Julius said, his jaw tight as he crossed the room, busted the lock on a drawer, and ripped it open. He pulled a small stack of records from the drawer and Alvin started to object, pulling his jeans back up over his hi

After being dropped off at Bane’s Coffee and Books, the small coffee shop where Paisley worked, I took a moment to release the tension in my shoulders. That woman was terrifying on many levels, and only a few of them were physical. The bell rang when I pulled open the glass door. “Pay’s!” A young woman shouted from behind the counter. “Hey Jules.” I waved back and gathered my apron. Juliet was in Paisley’s graduating class and the two seemed to be close friends- at least, from what I’d gathered over working at Bane’s the last few days. Jules had long auburn hair styled in waves with tips of dyed blonde ends almost in flame-like fashion. Everything about her screamed teenage rebellion from th

He had to help him. The Xeus was already looking at him when Jules entered the basement, his glowing green eyes alert and more than a little unnerving. His tall, large body seemed tense, his muscles rigid. There didn’t seem to be any new wounds on his body, which was a relief—there was no time to patch him up. “Hey,” Jules said, stepping closer to the metal table and pulling out the keys he’d stolen from his uncle’s room. He felt a jolt of anxiety, but the third key he tried did the trick.

“It can’t be. You can’t be Fiona’s daughter. She would have found me and told me about you.” Jules takes a step back and tightens her hand around the handle of her knife, “Look, lady, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t like your tone. I’m not lying about who my mother is, and I don’t appreciate being called a liar. So if you could tell me where I can find Exia, I’d appreciate it.” My jaw clenches as I step closer to Jules and wrap my arm around her waist. At my gesture, the woman chuckles. “You have a Tueur knife.” What’s your name, little one? And who is your handsome vampire companion?”