Romans & histoires Jules Hedgehog

She simply does not give a fuck. Jules sips his juice rather loudly “And you wonder why I don’t associate with that gender, they are savages” he shrugs. “uhg not you too” I take a big bite out of my burger ignoring their snickers “ that’s it I need new friends you too are fake as fuck”

Sage’s head was thrown back, dark hair fanned across the quilt, her small breasts rising and falling with every gasp. “Wow… just take a look at you” Jules said, low and rough, almost conversational despite the intensity in her eyes. She wasn’t one for flowery talk; her words came out blunt, like orders at last call. “All flushed and dripping down my wrist. You been holding out on us, artist girl? Saving this pretty pussy for the right night?” She twisted her fingers on the next thrust, curling them just so, and Sage let out a broken whimper that went straight to my core.

“You’re just going to accept it?” “Hmm,” Jules looked around them before shrugging slightly. “I’m a werewolf with a vampire mate, hiding in a warehouse from Van Helsings looking to eradicate all of supernatural kind, with a bunch of vampires and witches, and there’s people out there that we’re calling zombies because they like to bite people. At this stage, Aislen… or Morgana… Whatever you’re calling yourself, you could tell me you farted fairy dust and I’d be inclined to believe you.”

“I’m fine, Shannon. The doctor said I needed some rest, but I couldn’t stay away.” His hands found mine, comforting and steady. As I gingerly touched the bandaged wound in his abdomen, I couldn’t help but marvel at his seemingly miraculous recovery. “But… the doctor said you needed surgery. How are you already fine?” Jules met my gaze, his eyes filled with excitement. “Shannon, you forget. I’m an alpha, we heal faster than others. I don’t need any surgery.” The realization struck me, a mix of relief and surprise flooding my senses. “Oh, right. I forgot about that.”

“Honestly, Jules Ben is very logical and reasonable. I don’t see him going off half cocked. I’m sure it’s your emotions running amuck from your recent mating.” “Oh? You mean the mating he planned without consulting me? He bloody well screwed me and bit me all at once. While I believed we were having a little innocent adult fun with no strings attached.” Jules waggled the rolling pin at Heather as she spoke, and Heather had to wave the two men off. With her back to Jules she mouthed, “it’s okay. She won’t hurt me.” They stepped back and watched guardedly. Jules snorted and poured the crushed pecans into a batter she was making. Jules knew now that she was making banana and pecan muffins. Okay

Jules had been wandering around many of the Elixir Pavilion’s mountains in the past few days and had no idea he was being controlled. Jadranka puppeteered Jules, making him wander around the mountains. She was trying to understand the structure of the protective formation around the Elixir Pavilion. When the Sanctuary of Darkness’ strikes, her job was to destroy the protective formation.

Rhett looked around the table at the extra-spicy buffalo wings, beef and spinach sauté, dark squid, and the dreaded blue cheese. His knuckles went pale around the fork, and his eyes clouded. He took up the squid and devoured it without making a face in front of three pairs of eyes. This was the first time in his life that he had ever eaten something so repulsive. "Not bad," Jules exclaimed with joy as he pushed the mango juice in his direction. "Here. Cheers." After giving Haley a serious glance, Rhett gulped down the juice while bobbing his Adam's apple. "Keep it up." Jules filled his plate with a piece of beef that had been dipped in red oil. "This one's the most tender."

Oliver A loud clunk followed by a distinctive hum echoed through the tent before six vibrant spotlights fell on the center ring. There he was. Jules was dressed in white britches, knee-high black books, a crimson tailcoat, and a black top hat. His blonde hair was slicked back in his typical hairstyle. Of course, he was the ring leader! Why didn't I think of that before? Why else would a random Frenchman be in town? "Mesdames et Messieurs! I proudly present my wolves!" Jules's voice bounced off of the tent, his last statement catching everyone off guard.

“Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the murders and the proximity to our Halo, the Council has asked us to investigate these murders.” Azazel’s brows furrow. “How did you find these monsters?” I look at Tristan and Mathias before I answer. They don’t know about Jules, but I guess it doesn’t matter since she revealed who she was to my family. “Jules hunt