Author Julie Johnson Novels & Stories

“I don’t fucking care! I just got here, you should be taking me sightseeing, on dates, anything… I don’t do well locked up, Rosa!” I groaned heavily. God take me. I’d forgotten how clingy and outgoing Juliana was. Back in Boston, she slept by day and lived by night. She’s an influencer and likes to do outdoor content. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right out!” “Open the door,” she retorted. “What?” “Open up, I’ve got so much to tell you… remember Kade? The paperboy…” Did she really want to get in here and gossip while I’m naked?

Eunice’s POV Julie, my smart personal assistant, had found a way to block Tyler’s directors and top stylists from Lustre & Co on their way home from work. One by one, she intercepted them separately, stopping her car in front of theirs and stepping out confidently. At first, they were angry, honking and motioning for her to get out of the way. But Julie didn't flinch. Instead, she walked up to each driver’s side window, dressed to kill, and leaned in with a dazzling smile. In her perfectly manicured hand, she held a blue-bound document — our offer.

“Let’s go wash our hands, and then you can get out of here.” After they each washed their hands in Barnett’s private bathroom, Barnett returned to his desk, and Lily collected her things. A knock on the door caused Barnett to cringe. “Something wicked this way comes,” he mumbled. Louder, he said, “Come in.” Julia walked in with one male and one female assistant on either side of her. She wore a sleeveless blue dress that tightly hugged her body down to her knees with a matching pursue and low heels. Her white designer sunglasses hid her eyes even indoors.

assistant"> The storm hadn’t stopped by midnight. Rain hammered against the windows of the healer’s lodge while thunder rolled across Blood Moon territory like distant warnings from the gods themselves. But inside George’s room— Everything felt dangerously quiet. Julia stood near the fire wearing one of George’s dark shirts, the fabric falling loosely over her body while her damp hair rested across her shoulders. George watched her from the edge of the bed in complete silence. And that silence felt intense. Heavy. The kind that made her heartbeat slowly lose control.

All she could do was victimize her until she wouldn't be able to take it anymore, so she would pack and leave by herself. “I will make your life nothing but hell. To me, you are nothing but a cursed child.” Living with her uncle, the innocent orphan knew nothing but pain. Bowyer, her uncle, Anita, her uncle's wife and their two daughters, Anya and Vera, were her sadness designers, and they sewed a garment of sadness that fitted her perfectly and she dwelled in its realm both day and night.

Her pussy was even hotter and wetter than it was earlier. “Thank you for being so sweet to Mandy,” Julie said. “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, Sweetie,” I replied, adding jokingly, “especially the hot, cute ones who want to join us in bed.” As Julie kept riding me, her movements got stronger. When she started rubbing her clit, I knew where she was headed. “Oh, John! I'm cuuumm...ming,” she gasped, getting so lost in her orgasm she had a hard time getting that last word out.

The old man chuckled. “My dear Julienne, they are not monstrosities. They are books.” She gladly accepted the warm venison blood because reading makes her hungry and the family butler knows when to offer a drink that was much needed. Julienne was an angel if sin-eaters were allowed to have one. He was also a friend of her father’s that is why she can easily confide or share things with him much better than her own mother and Maddox.

"Okay. I was out two years ago, LoLo. I have been searching for two years to meet you. Of course, it won't be easy in the slightest to be able to approach you with all the authority you currently have with Tomkins House. And also remember that I just got out of prison after five years in it. I needed a new identity, a new house, a new job, and new things. Luckily, an old friend helped me out of prison on bail, and also provided a lot of other help.” Julian stopped his speech, looked at Louisa to see the reaction that Louisa might have. But nothing. Louisa didn't react at all to what he just said there. “Thus, after two years of struggling to find my identity and all the new things in my life

Jullie knocked gently on the door. "Come in," Jane’s voice called from inside. Jullie pushed the door open and stepped in, turning back slightly to address Jane with a teasing tone. "I didn't wanna interrupt, you know." Jane was sitting by the window, reading a physical book, and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Stop it. He doesn't even have my time these days." "Woman of justice," Jullie teased, her voice layered with affection. "I can't believe this is you."

Noelle Juliana was becoming something known, not because it was loud or insistent, but because it was real. Julian arrived just after eleven. He carried a cup of coffee in each hand and handed mine over without a word. I took it, grateful, and we stood there together for a while, not speaking, just watching the movement around us. Eventually, he said, “You’ve heard.” “Yes.” “You’re sure you don’t want to respond?” “I’m sure.” Julian looked down at his coffee, then back at me. “She’s trying hard.” “She always did.” “I listened to part of it,” he admitted. “She’s making herself the center.”