Author Julie Johnson Novels & Stories

Julie was still glaring at her food, as if she wished them dead. “Do you like Zach?” Julie’s head whipped up and her eyes were mad and guilty. “Oh no. Who would like that moron?” Julienne faked a smile. Aurora could see beyond it. That fake smile was full of unease and discomfort. She felt the same when she liked Art. “Like I said, I am good at reading people, and when I see you with him, there is enough buzz between the two of you to become a loud noisy shock.” Aurora said with a knowing smirk on her lips and Julie blushed a deep red.

"And frankly, an extra crate of provisions won't hurt when the high passes freeze over next month." Julian set the cleaning cloth down on the wooden sill, turned from the window, and crossed the room in a few silent strides. He knelt down beside her chair, his large, calloused hands resting with infinite gentleness on the arms of the seat before sliding down to gently frame her waist. His dark eyes searched her face with an intensity that could stop a charging beast, softening instantly as he looked down at her stomach. "Are you feeling tired?" Julian asked, his deep voice carrying that low, rumbling timbre meant only for her ears. "You've been bent over those ledgers for hours."

“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.

Jennifer knew now: Julian was not a god; he was merely a puppet that could be destroyed. Several weeks passed since the dreadful incident at Julian’s mansion. Julian was secretly treated, hiding his bruises and his humiliation. Meanwhile, Jennifer Jones worked hard to forget the horror, focusing all her energy on her career. Her latest film, "The Return of Dan Star," produced by Sterling Media, finally premiered. With a renowned director and a strong script, the film instantly became a sensation, smashing box office records in its first week.

she said softly, her voice carrying a light, teasing warmth. Julian turned slowly, leaning his lower back against the reinforced glass. He really looked at her, taking in the loose knit of her oversized sweater, the way the ambient light caught the ink smudges on her fingers, and the fierce, independent spirit that refused to be swallowed by the scale of his old world.

"Julie is dead?" Leo inquired skeptically. John took a deep breath before letting it out. Even he couldn't believe that Julie is dead. Nicole shared the news with him. He didn't offer any words of condolence, but gave some money to his daughter to take care of Julie's cremation silently. John is not sad. He felt relieved. Julie is that chapter in his life which he'd rather forget. She is like a parasite which he got rid of before she could devour him as a whole. But David was not that lucky. Julie was hell bent on devouring his happiness, and she did tried everything to achieve that.

He grabbed my hand again and stormed up the stairs, pulling me toward a private room like I was nothing more than a doll in his grip. And then I saw her. Julia. She was perched on the edge of a white velvet sofa, wearing a red dress that clung to every curve. She stood slowly, a sultry smile stretching across her face. “Ooh, babe,” she purred. “I heard your roar downstairs. Who dared make you angry?” Her voice dripped with honey, and she walked toward Stephen like she owned him, her fingers sliding over his chest like it was her territory. I didn’t know what came over me—but watching her touch him like that made my stomach turn. Something bitter bloomed in my chest. Jealousy? Disgust?

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.