Arven X Juliana Novels & Stories

"Get out here!" ​Julian Thorne stepped out from the shadows of the basement stairwell, his shoulder bandaged, his face a mask of terror. He held a small, black remote in his hand. ​"I told you they'd come, Arthur," Julian whispered, his voice shaking. "I told you they wouldn't just run." ​"Of course they wouldn't," Arthur said, standing up. He was taller than Xavier, a towering figure of shadow and grey hair. "They're in love. And love is the most predictable variable in the world."

“You’re the one who kept whispering my name when I couldn’t breathe. You made this happen too.” “I’ll never forget,” he said, brushing his thumb against my shoulder. I hesitated, then finally said something I had been holding back since everything started to calm down. “I want to see Maron.” He blinked, his expression softening as he gave a silent nod . He opened his mouth to say more... But Julian appeared. He looked… off. Composed, too quiet for a day like this. Aries immediately noticed. Julian didn’t speak at first. He just looked between us and gave Aries a subtle nod toward the trees, silently asking him to come.

That restraint said more than touch would have. “You know,” he said, voice lighter now, “I’m glad you’re surviving here. at Aragon Enterprises … they chew most people alive.” “Comforting,” I muttered. --- We turned down a narrower street, the kind with fewer cars and more shadows. The quiet pressed close, broken only by the rhythm of our steps. “So,” Julian said after a moment, “what’s the story?” “What story?” “Arabella Vale. New hire. Smarter than she lets on. Immune to hypnotic bosses. Prefers coffee dates to after-work drinks.” His voice was laced with amusement. “I’ve got fragments, but no whole picture yet.”

“Does he kiss you like this? Does he know your earlobes are this sensitive?” Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused. “You are…” He leaned in, breath shallow. “Who am I, Julia?” He kissed her lips, deep and slow. But just when he thought he’d gotten through to her—when her nails dug into his arms and her breath came in ragged gasps—she shoved him away with surprising strength. “You’re not Aron,” she slurred, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Who the hell are you?” *********

Across the table, Arjun leaned back in his chair, watching the scene unfold with visible amusement. Arjun was Elena’s cousin tall, broad-shouldered, effortlessly confident. The kind of man who carried himself like the world had always made sense to him. Julian disliked him immediately. “So, Mr. Vance,” Arjun said, breaking a piece of naan with casual ease. “Tell me something.” Julian looked up. “You have no wife?” The room went quiet in that way families do when gossip might be about to happen. Julian kept his voice calm. “No.”

"Kelvin is my best friend, and it's safe to speak freely in front of him." Julia's gaze shifted towards Kelvin, her eyes searching for confirmation. After a brief moment of contemplation, she nodded her head, a flicker of certainty dancing in her eyes. Gathering her courage, she began to share her secret. "Ariana is my best friend," Julia revealed, her voice tinged with vulnerability and trust. "She told me everything that happened and how she wants to keep the baby for herself alone."

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

And on Brawen's left, Riven doesn't seem to have any intention of giving up. Brawen really doesn't know what to say, she hasn't known Riven for a long time, but her personality is more or less understandable. Riven is always the one thinking about the big picture, in that sense, he won't offend one of the most powerful people in the vampire world because of her. “You really want to fight me?” Julie raised her face. Please stop Riven, whatever you do will be in vain because Julie herself has announced to everyone that you have come to pick her up, so she is Julie's first dance partner of the night.

Artstyn rode in the back seat of Drake’s black sedan she was dressed in her sexiest outfit and was ready for war! She got out at Fredrickson’s Art warehouse where she had learned Julianne and Darian were working on the Jenkins lot. She walked in and went straight to Darian. What the Hell are you doing here Bitch Julianne cried out! She turned and smirked at Julianne. I've come for what's rightfully mine she said. Julianne shifted and lunged for Arystyn. Arystyn shifted and met her in the air. The whole warehouse was alive with werewolves in a matter of minutes and the fight was on! Arystyn was surprised by Jullianne’s resilience! Arystyn would throw a punch and Julianne would come right back

She just hasn’t figured out how yet. And now, I’m just as interested in that idea Raven wasn’t too open about her plan. She had whispered it in my ear in passing, and scolded me when I tried to ask her any more. And escape sounds enticing. Rousing. Nothing on Ren’s isle appeals to me, aside for the money, which Raven conspires is a lot. If we figured out a way, I could be out in a year's time, finding sanctuary in another Pack. Maybe the Love Pack. I’ve never seen snow in real life. We simply get bathed in ice every once and awhile.