Pulp Fiction: Jules Novels & Stories

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.

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…”

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,

“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.

“And then I stayed with you. I poured blood into your wound, and your mouth. I held you night and day. I knew that you were in there… I could not let you go.” “I died,” Jules swallowed hard. “Perhaps,” Sigrid replied carefully. “It is a mystery. One that we’re very intrigued by. Do you remember anything of that time?” Jules was already shaking his head. “I remember… moments. Only moments,” his voice broke on the words. “I remembered June Barnham’s face as she shot me… I know her name… I know I have seen her before. I cannot remember where though. I know Cameron, my son… I remember… His face, his hair… But…” He gestured with his good hand helplessly. “I remember waking and seeing Harry… so sm

I muttered. Jules stopped what he was doing and immediately turned his attention to me. The other guy quickly ducked into one of the shower stalls, disappearing behind the frosted wall. Jules didn't miss a beat, his smile never faltering. "You're back!" he exclaimed. "I didn't realize. How was your trip? Was Texas warmer than this bullshit here?" He launched into conversation as if I hadn't just walked in on something incredibly intimate. Like he wasn't literally licking a guy's chest moments before.

THIRD PERSON POV Kyla walked up to Jules and stopped beside him. Her arms folded loosely as she glanced at his profile. He was calm but tensed, like a storm brewed beneath his skull. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, in a low voice. Jules didn’t look at her right away. His eyes stayed fixed on something invisible in the distance, as though the thoughts in his head were heavier than the world around him. “I want to end every fucking thing,” he said finally. “Whoever the boss is, I don’t care. I want him gone. I don’t care if I have to die to do it.”

The older man laughed coldly once he was done looking through the files. He looked up at me with red eyes that were filled with anger and hurt. "I cannot believe this! That stupid bitch actually dared to deceive me!" Jules cursed. "As you said, there is no way Cynthia would be able to do all of this on her own. After all, she is just an actress that I had already banned. Someone is definitely behind her," I said coolly. Jules lowered his head, and he was quiet for a few seconds. When he looked up at me again, there was a sneer on his face.

Meanwhile, Jules and plumpy chatted happily with the cafe guys(Toby, Luke, Matthew, and Cersei, the other girl amongst them) as they typed on the computer. They were extremely fast in typing and as they were four, it made the work faster. Jules had decided to re-type the file, knowing that she couldn't submit the wet one to Hero. And now that we were almost done she was happy and chatted happily with everyone in the cafe, even plumpy who she was fed up with at first because instead of being worried about the wet files, he wouldn't stop talking about how beautiful he was, and what beauty products he uses to keep his skin flawless, as he munched on the doughnuts in front him.

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.