Subaru X Julius Novels & Stories

Jules returned home feeling far more downbeat and exhausted than the situation probably called for. It didn’t help that he had to spend half an hour deleting the flight logs from the aircar’s internal memory and applying a scent neutralizer all over it to eliminate even the barest hint of the Xeus’s scent. Although his uncle didn’t have the aircar keys, Jules didn’t want to leave anything to chance. He wanted his Xeus to get to relative safety, wherever that was. If there was a safe place for a feral Xeus.

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.

​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 seats are fine leather, and in here it smells nice. "Loaded, are we?" I tease, running my hand along the smooth leather. I don't know much about cars, and I won't pretend to, but I know this is not a cheap one, and it's clearly brand new. Getting in, I caught the Subaru insignia on it. Jude looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "Or maybe it's hard work." "Mh?" I mutter, tilt my head side to side in consideration. "Okay." He starts the car and eases out of the parking lot, then speeds down the street.

After that talk with my parents, Caspian took me out for some ice-cream, then we came back to his massive place again. “So, I heard that you like my Corvette Stingray,” says Julian, looking mischievous. “You know, I can be persuaded to part with it...at a price.” We’re now sitting in their living room with the rest of the lycans. Julian is sitting lazily on one of the plush cozy chairs with his long legs resting on the coffee table.

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

The underground garage was quiet, cold, and echoing with the dark hum of ventilation fans. A massive blacked-out SUV sat idling near the central support pillar, its headlights off, its dark exhaust curling into the damp air. Julian walked toward it with calm, measured steps. He opened the rear passenger door and stepped inside, pulling the heavy, armored door shut behind him. The interior was warm, smelling of dark leather, expensive tobacco, and rain.

Reaching the parking lot, I stood at the exit while he drove his car towards the exit point, "Are you coming or not?" Rolling my eyes, I moved around his royal black marcedes and sat in the co-driver seat. It had been five minutes and he didn't drive further. When I looked at him, I found him looking at me already. Raising my eyebrows in question, "Your seatbelt." Said Xavier and I immediately put my seatbelt on. The twenty minutes drive went in silence as we reached his house, moving out of his car. I walked straight into his house and found Julia waiting for him at the entrance door.

Julian sifted through all the men whom he and Diana had come across, but at that moment, he couldn’t think of anyone who might have designs on her. Still, that didn’t stop him from acting. He washed up swiftly and picked a set of clothes Diana adored the most. Then, he combed his hair down before heading to the garage. Julian usually preferred driving cars that were more low-profile, generally favoring comfortable vans. But today, he chose a red sports car that revved loudly. The color of the car was so bright, it was impossible to ignore; especially with its deafeningly loud engine. Julian sat in the driver’s seat, a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose. It formed a sharp contrast against

Monica was staring at a huge freaking shiny red car with a huge shiny white bow on it. Merry Christmas Sunshine is written across the windscreen. What is the actual fudge? “Ah Julien, that’s a car!” Turning to face him, she can see an enormous smile on his face. She is taken aback, she hasn't seen him this happy for a while. She knows he’s been hovering over her and trying to make sure that she was okay; it has taken a toll on him. “Well, it has four wheels and what looks like a steering wheel inside it. So, yeah; it possibly is a car,” he laughs.