Romans & histoires Jules Gloryhole

Zain said and walked past her straight into his room Juliet felt a little puzzled, she didn't know what to think "he's been having mood swings lately, I just hope he's fine" she muttered to herself and went back into the kitchen to continue what she was doing Jane got inside and pulled on her heels, she changed her clothes as well and wore baggy jeans and white tank top and flat slippers, she might not have expensive and luxurious clothes and accessories but she still always looked beautiful in whatever she wore She took out her phone from the purse and scanned through it, it was already past four and Gloria had already called her four times, she dialled her and it went straight to voicemail

“We can eat whatever we want!” I couldn’t help but smile. Although Jules’ choice in food wasn’t what I would have chosen, I was grateful that he’d stepped in to look after my kids and that they were having a good time with him. Hazel had to go back to Blue Moon Crescent and Gladice was still gone. If not for Jules, I don’t know who would have looked after the children. “He’s not very good at cards, though,” Billy laughed. “He never won. Not even once.”

Unable to control her excitement, Jules cranes her neck around Nol and begins to look around the living room until she finally spots me. "You did!" she gasps, shoving past him and beelining for me. "Oh my goodness, you’re a gorgeous little thing, aren’t you? But isn’t he afraid that he will break you with that massive…" "Shut up!" Nol growls, wrapping a hand around Jules face and covering her mouth. "Say another word, and I won’t care if you’re a woman, I’ll toss you out of this apartment." "You’re no fun," Jules huffs, pouting. "I can’t help but be excited! You’ve never had a woman here for as long as I’ve known you, and now, look! There’s one sitting right there in nothing but your robe!"

The look of surprise on her face suggested Zayden hadn’t imagined the setting in front of him. Dhara was actually glowing with a slightly bluish tint. “Impossible!” Jules gasped, her eyes almost as wide as saucers. She pushed the chair back with a jerk, the poor thing overturning behind her. “You found it. But how… how’s that possible?” “Found who?” Zayden glared, unable to peel his gaze off Dhara. She was glowing, like a moon goddess herself. “The divinity never fails to amaze me,” Jules chuckled maniacally, tears of awe glimmering in her eyes. “I can’t believe she actually exists.”

"Jules?! What are you doing? Use the front door like a normal human being!" Jules stood up, brushing her messy blue hair out of her eyes. She looked intense. She looked like she had just climbed a mountain, which, considering my window is on the second floor, she basically had. "The front door is for people who aren't currently hiding a massive, world-ending secret," she snapped, crossing her arms. She looked at me, then at the empty space under my bed. "I saw the Goodwill truck leaving your neighborhood when I was driving over. Why do you look like you're about to vomit?"

“Let’s go, trouble.” We follow Tank up the stairs to Julius’ private office. The office itself has giant windows that allows you to oversee the club, the room itself is soundproof to all outside the room. We walk in and Julius stands as I enter, holding his arms out to his sides like he wants to hug me. He better not f*****g touch you. Lucifer growls. “Anna Croft!” Julius folds his hands over his heart. “Be still my heart” I roll my eyes at his corniness. “You’re heart doesn’t beat.”

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.

Exelle "Hey," Jules greeted me with a warm smile as soon as her eyes met mine upon entering the grand entrance of the hall. Jules has been my friend since our high school days, and her creative talent as an interior designer always left me in awe. We shared a history, just like Sam, and she knew about the profound struggles I had faced in the past. Time seemed to have stood still for Jules; he still possessed that porcelain rosy skin and a perfectly slim physique, resembling a true deity. It was undeniable that he had inherited his mother's striking features, Aunt Juliean.

The cabin smelled like pine and old woodsmoke the second we pushed the door open. Jules kicked her boots off in the entryway, leaving them in a messy heap like she owned the place already. “Jesus, finally. I thought that drive was never gonna end.” Her voice was low and rough, the same tone she used behind the bar on Friday nights when she was cutting someone off. She stretched her arms overhead, the hem of her black tank top riding up to show the line that curved along her hip.

“There was no sugma in the hair sectio—” Darryl opens his door to the sight of his Godfather slumped down on the floor, unmoving. Katcha is leaning on a wall with a wet towel draped over her - uniform all ruined by a shade of red splashed unto her in irregular spaces. Goldie stood above them all, picking up the pieces of broken wood that were once a coffee table. The living room furniture is toppled except for the couch. A piece of cloth drenched in red liquid is discarded in one corner. The smell of iron fills the air, making the young man feel nostalgic despite knowing that this is always a bad sign unless the smell came from an enemy.