Subaru X Julius Novels & Stories

I stepped forward giving my hand out for a polite hand shake “I’m Eva ,Mr Salvatore new assistant “ He looked at me and his smile grew feral “Ooou Julian she has the same eyes as …….” “Shut up Xavier “Julian suddenly stood up .He was shaking from uncontrolled anger his hands clenched into fist Who was he talking about ? The same eyes ? “Relax, cousin. I’m not here to dig up ghosts. Just came to talk business. You know… things you’re barely holding onto these days.” “Fuck you Xavier “Julian seethed Xavier raised his hands. “I’m just saying, cousin, you’ve always had a habit of collecting strays.” He paused, then smiled wider. “Probably because the family never saw you as one of us to begin wi

Which he did. We emerged into an underground parking garage, the fluorescent lights harsh after the dim hallways. Julius's car, a sleek black luxury vehicle that probably cost more than I made in five years was parked nearby. He opened the passenger door for me, helped me gather the ridiculous amount of fabric and then closed it behind me before walking around to the driver's side. The door shut with a heavy, final thunk. Silence fell, broken only by our ragged breathing. The tinted windows made the interior feel intimate and separate from the world outside. Julius's hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

"That's my superwoman. But Julie you really have to be careful, you know right?" "Of cause. She won't try anything, I won't take it lightly with her ". "Like you have strength to fight". " hahahahaha". Val laughed. "Seriously, Julius are you for real?". She asked "everyone knows I can breathe hell out of you". "What!". He paused and laugh. "You're really funny Julie. And so weak". "I'm the opp......" "Watch it Juliet?". Val shouted making her match the break hurriedly without thinking and the car halted but not before she ran into an approaching vehicle".

Calculated. At the foot of the tarmac, Julian leaned against a black SUV, arms crossed, his jaw clenched tight. His usual crisp suit was rumpled, sleeves rolled, and there was a dark smudge under one eye, either fatigue or fury. Reid barely had time to offer a greeting before Julian jerked his head toward the vehicle. “Get in.” Reid obeyed, sliding into the passenger seat as Julian climbed behind the wheel and peeled off into the road with practiced aggression.

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.

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.

Eve mumbled, then continued, "In this modern world, it's impossible to mold a child to be like someone else. Febian was influenced by the outside environment and the internet. He started to rebel during adolescence. When Julius claimed his plan failed, he intended to kill Febian, and he did it while we were on a car trip to another town. Our car's brakes failed, and the car rolled into a short gorge. In a semi-conscious state, I saw a man come and pour gasoline on the unconscious Febian and set him on fire. Although the man's face was different from Julius's, I knew it was him. They had the same scar on the back of their hands."

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.

, he starts and I correct him “Her name is Tatum” “Yeah, whatever, couldn’t really see past her ass anyways”. I clench my teeth but don’t say anything to him. Amongst all my friends -albeit very few of them- Julius is the most extraverted and arrogant. Also the most likely to achieve a body count of twenty before a full week runs out. He’s incorrigibly vulgar so I’m not surprised at his not so graceful assessment of Tatum. “Get to the point”