Subaru X Julius Novels & Stories

With a cheerful smile, he readily agreed, "Of course, why decline a treat? Let's go, we can take my car, but you'll need to guide the way." Julian's stride was long, and he wasn't accustomed to waiting. Lily found herself almost trotting to keep up as they made their way to the parking lot. But when she saw Julian head towards a brand-new, silver-grey Jaguar, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Just as she had imagined, he was the quintessential spoilt brat. Another car already? The emblematic Jaguar leaping forward on the car's bonnet, symbolic of power and speed, was undeniably impressive. Looking at it, it struck her how familiar the emblem felt – yes, it was just like the impression

Jules became breathless and flustered. “Shh… I’ll explain later.” His fingers withdrew from her, leaving her with a longing for their return. “Now, into the SUV.” Jules didn’t see the SUV until he mentioned it. It’s dark finish masked it’s presence in the woods. His nose dipped just behind her ear, and he drew in her scent. “Don’t do anything stupid. You’ll be safe with me.” The side door opened, and he lifted her into the back. “Ty’s behind me, someone with the other. Keep an eye out for him. Then we get out of here as fast as we can go.” “Sure Ben. Hey, I’m Jay. You must be Jules.” The guy sitting behind the wheel smiled. “Ben, you’re a lucky guy.” He breathed in the scents within the vehi

​The border crossing at Chiasso was a nightmare of rain and idling diesel engines. We weren't in a private jet or a shielded limousine; we were sitting in a beat-up, silver Fiat that smelled of old tobacco and Marcus’s cheap cologne. ​Julian was behind the wheel, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. He’d traded his bespoke suit for a faded navy hoodie and a pair of jeans that looked like they’d seen better days. He looked less like a billionaire and more like a man who was one wrong look away from starting a fight.

The car smelled like copper and fear. Blood had soaked through Marcus’s shirt and transferred to Julian’s hoodie when he’d pressed hands to the wound. Now it dried in stiff patches against my thigh where the black drive rested in my lap. Small. Matte. No label. Just a tiny scratch along one edge, like someone had tried to pry it open once and given up. We didn’t speak for the first twenty minutes. Julian drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift, fingers tapping an irregular rhythm. His breathing was too controlled slow inhale, hold, slow exhale like he was counting seconds between heartbeats to keep from unraveling.

Xavier really is the villain of this family, and I’m his unwilling accomplice! Leo, never one for subtlety, looked at Xavier with a pout. "Xavier, Big Brother Julian gave me a new sports car as a congratulatory gift. Are you going to give me a house? It doesn't have to be huge—just a small villa, maybe a few thousand square feet?" Leo’s father, Arthur Grayson, laughed softly. "You greedy boy. Your mother and I will handle your marital home."

Now she was living her life for Julius. Suddenly, Sussan's phone buzzed with a loud chime. Julia frowned as she thought they were selecting pizza on the phone. “Sussan, your phone,” Julia said to Sussan, who was busy with Julius on her laptop, selecting pizza. Julius would not sway for anything but pepperoni. On the other hand, Sussan wanted to eat corn-loaded pizza. “What if we order both?” Sussan suggested Julius who immediately smirk at his aunt, which made Sussan raise her eyebrows as Julius smirk exactly the copy-paste of that villain. How she could not believe that Julius was not his son?

Julius leaned against his car, trying to keep himself calm, when he heard excited shouts. “Mister Jules!” Aria called, waving from the backseat of a Mercedes SUV. A smile immediately lit up his face and he walked toward them as Macey parked. There was no doubt in his mind his father was behind her transportation, just as he was behind the villa. Part of him was irritated as those were things he should be providing, but he decided not to worry about it for now. Julius would settle with his father, eventually. Today was about his family.

Julius raised a single eyebrow at me, leaning back in his chair as if he was waiting for a full presentation. “And when I say I might, I mean I have a hunch, but I feel like it’s better than nothing.” “Go on.” He gestured me to proceed, his eyes lit in amusement. I pulled out the image I had printed earlier and placed it in front of him. “This man, here behind the car, who is he?” I pointed at the grainy picture and watched as a frown grew on Julius’ brow. “I don’t know… he’s not a pack member.” His frown deepened. “I was there when this photo was taken, helping relocate the family. I never saw this person though…”

The day has dawned and as the desert sun had been promising since the early hours of the morning, today was going to be one of those 'cracking' days. Soraia is already up, dressed and more confused than yesterday, after all she already knew that as soon as Julio Cesar saw her he would ask her for an answer she was not sure of. Augusto has just entered the garage of the building he rented to be closer to Soraia and goes to his car, a black and silver OPEL GT, and drives off in a hurry to meet Soraia and dissuade her from Julio Cesar's tricks.

Xavier snapped back. “Ouch” a painful sob left Juliet. Xavier's eyes squinted shut with guilt, ducked her head down, instantly lifted his arm and shot the driver of the car beside him. “That was a wrong move. Don't touch the lady. The war is between you and us. Be a man and face me.” The man’s eyes slowly shut off, he lost the grip on the steering and the car slipped into the abyss beside the road. “Are you okay, Juliet?” Xavier asked her in worry.