Author Julie Johnson Novels & Stories

because. —You'll go to the Rose house, we'll talk there later, now I have to go to the meeting, I'm already late. —The meeting should have started ten minutes ago but Mr. Brown had not let his daughter start until Santiago was present. "Okay, sir," Rose said, somewhat annoyed and she left the place. Julian was like Emily's second father. That girl made the men of the house the way she wanted and it was nice to see those things. In the meeting room everyone was chatting happily, since Mr. Brown had asked questions to distract them.

★★★ “There! I dried your clothes. Be a little gentle. You don't act like a woman,” Joshua said grisly tone with little disappointment as he had to leave her addicted mount when he was having a good time with it. Such a crude woman! Julia shifted her morning grumpy face to the wingback chair, clothes were folded neatly on it, including her bra and panty. She didn't know if she would be happy that her clothes were arranged and dried or angry because he did it by himself.

“Is this the story that touched your heart?” Julian whispered to the girl beside him after Katniss went to the toilet. Without turning around, Mia nodded. "Then you must have been lying," Julian muttered before taking a deep breath and straightening his back. "The story of Katniss Johnson's struggles in life doesn't touch my heart at all." “But, isn't she great? She manages to be successful even though her family's mediocre,” the girl objected, finally glancing at the man with a languid look.

“What do you think?” I didn’t answer. I’m busy admiring everything in silence. The bed also carried an elegant canopy, one in dark colors. The sheets had an amazing rose embroidery. The closet looked gigantic, with an innate elegance. My room was the only one that had a bookstore, so I assumed Donovan had investigated me in some way. A rose rested on the comb, so I went over to take it between my fingers. “It’s beautiful,” I sighed. “It’s totally Juliet!” Julia exclaimed.

It was past midnight and I couldn’t wake anyone and honestly, I didn't want to. My right hand has recovered to an extent now. I got to the kitchen door and pushed it open. Light spilt from the inside leaving me surprised someone was here this late I stepped in and my gaze immediately fell on Jules who was seated by her laptop going through pictures and sipping some coffee. She was completely engrossed in her work; she didn't even notice someone had just entered. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun leaving her baby-like makeup-free face clear. She was wearing a silk nightdress which wasn't seductive in any way but was light enough that it outlined her curves as she sat down working.

instead of a servant or Jefford coming out to greet her, it was a graceful and beautiful woman. Julia, dressed in a snug wool dress, looked refreshed compared to yesterday. With her smiling eyes and calm demeanor, she exuded the aura of being the mistress of the house. "Dr. Jones, you're here! Please come in." Julia perfectly played the role of the owner of the house. Melanie felt her lips twitch. Didn't Jefford say he would warmly welcome her? Was this his idea of a warm welcome? Suppressing the emotions surging in her heart, she controlled her facial expression and followed Julia into the house.

She straightened the soft thick white blanket on the pole metal and bent over to get the yellow bed sheet. Julienne works in the American Museum of Natural History at Central Park and she knows that Rana is not from their world. It’s a secret she loved to feign ignorance with. Because the day she found her it was nothing but an ordinary day. Nothing so special except an ordinary regular family day with her mom and dad out in Central Park having their picnic in the early morning while watching the still waters of The Lake or forever admire the Belvedere Castle from a distance.

Put in some effort in presenting herself better so that she may attract some potential suitors, that way she would not have to remain chained inside the house for the rest of her life. Julie kept her head bowed so John would not see the pink shade washed over her cheeks as well as the excitement in her eyes. "I got it, thank you again for the compliment.” “Yeah, go on, now.” Julie did not linger a moment longer in the room and quickly left. After she left, Caprice performed her duties as a little assistant and went to the door to close it. Then she went to John's side. John took her into his arms. He put her on his lap and directed his attention back to the documents on the computer.

“I am really tired and…” “Are you good?” She sounded tired and did not look like herself. Julia’s words must have really gotten to her. “Yes. I just need to get some rest.” She stepped away and I decided to follow behind her. “Levi,” Theo called out to me in a loud tone. “Come over here.” Vianne walked up the stairs and I stared blankly at her. I sighed and joined Theo in the living room. “Sit.” He pointed to one of the chairs. “Julia is back in the city and is now a college counselor. I invited her here so you could guide you.”

Julia’s knees buckled like I’d stabbed her straight through her spine. “You didn’t just take a silhouette here and a seamline there. You lifted entire collections, entire concept maps, entire pattern blocks. Every ‘genius idea’ attached to your brand name for the past… how many years, Julia, seven, eight?” My smile stretched wider. “They came from my private archive vault.” Dead silence. You could hear someone’s pin drop across the hall. Then, the hall exploded like an ant colony set on fire. “What? Julia is the owner of JK Couture?!”