Jules Gloryhole Romane & Geschichten

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and Jules stepped in like she owned the place. Black boots. Dark denim. A cropped leather jacket that screamed danger even without the twin blades strapped across her back like attitude. Her short hair was tousled, messy in the way that said she either didn’t care or just got back from doing something illegal. I stood barefoot in the center of the living room, robe belted tight, still reeling from the morning. Jules looked me up and down. “You look like you just tried to strangle a man with a champagne flute.”

There was a beast in their basement. Jules Blake had learned about it completely by accident. He had been looking for his kitten Sheba, and after fruitlessly searching the entire house, Jules had decided to check out the basement no one ever used. His hopes hadn’t been high—the basement was so cold, dark, and damp that even his not-very-bright kitten should have been smarter than to go there—but when Jules got downstairs, he was surprised to find security guards at the door. Armed security guards.

Now, all I have to do is convince Jules that this is real. Once we reach her workroom, Evian begins to remove decanters and herbs. “You said that you wanted to go to the Golden Crown?” Jules and I nod. “Alright, I can get you there. But are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, from what I heard, that place is pretty rough.” I nod. “We’re fine, thanks.” She doesn’t push further as she chants and tosses a vial into the corner of the workroom. A bright light bursts inside of the room, followed by the appearance of a door.

Then I hung up and powered my phone off. Ruby handed me a carton of strawberry milk, from which I took a sip. It was sweet. Kingsley City, here I come. By the time the train arrived, it was already two in the afternoon. Ruby's aunt, June Carter, was waiting for us outside the station. She looked to be in her early forties, dressed simply in a knit sweater and wide-leg pants, carrying herself with a calm, gentle elegance.

Jeff was right in that Paul would probably never forget her and she would probably never forget her gracious virgin lover. After her latest masturbatory session, Julie did an Internet search for a "glory hole" and was shocked at what it meant. She even watched a couple of videos of women sucking off cock after cock in a small booth. The idea intrigued her but she was too scared to try it at the adult store. She wondered what it would be like to suck all those anonymous dicks.

“Don’t insult my intelligence. You didn’t come home. You didn’t answer your phone. And this morning, a luxury car drops you off right outside.” Emilia looks up now. “A Rolls Royce,” she adds. “I saw it from the window.” I turns to her. “You can see? Super happy for you, Emilia,” I scoff and walk toward the hallway. “I’m not doing this.” “Oh yes, you are,” Claudia snaps, stepping into my path. “Because you live under my roof, and I will not have a whore embarrassing this family.” The word hits harder than I expect. Whore? Me?

After a moment, a high-pitched, coquettish voice came through: "Found something?" They froze. That wasn't the captain—it was Jules Mendez. The name sounded female, the voice delicate, yet in reality, Jules was a man, privately mocked among them as "Jules the Sissy." No one sane became a test subject for Hope Camp, after all. Jules was the one they feared most. Any hint of contempt for his identity, and he would kill without hesitation. Not just a quick kill—he enjoyed tormenting people, leaving them screaming for days before finally dying.

She clung to my pillow all day—sometimes she would laugh, and sometimes she would cry. Father's hair turned gray overnight. He drank heavily every day and became an utterly useless person. Clyde had also lost his mind. He often ran alone to my grave and kneeled there for an entire day. Yves was stripped of his position as the gang's consigliere. Every day, he stood before my tombstone, caressing the face in the photo over and over again. Endless remorse would accompany him for the rest of his life. … Many years later, the once-prestigious Shaw family had long been forgotten by others.

Norah bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to laugh. Ben’s gaze snapped back. “Something funny?” She shook her head fast. “No, sir.” He let the silence hang a beat, then grunted and turned. “Jules!” The guy with the styled hair popped upright, all grins. “Yesss, boss?” he sang, stretching the word, voice sweet as sugar and just as fake. “Show her how we do things here,” Ben ordered. “Don’t waste my time.” Jules pushed off the wall, hips swinging on purpose as he came forward. He pressed a hand to his chest like Norah had just walked into his life and saved it. “Well, aren’t you a breath of fresh air in this greasy palace.”

but it is like he can’t hear me, I try to squirm and fight my way out of his hold but nothing is working. “Fight baby, you know it only makes it better for me.” He states and I stop struggling not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Ally is sobbing beneath their gag and Neil is bleeding profusely. Joshua places the knife on the bedside table and pulls me up to stand by my hair.