Author Julie Johnson Novels & Stories

My door was kicked open without ceremony. Julia strode in, flanked by two armed guards, her head held high. She walked directly to my sofa and sat down, crossing her legs like she owned the place. "How does it feel, Elizabeth?" Julia asked, admiring her freshly painted red nails, a victor's sneer on her lips. "To be spat on by the entire clan? It can't feel good." I looked at her coldly. "Who gave you permission to enter? Get out." "You think you're still the high and mighty Chief Advisor?" Julia shot up, her voice rising. "You're nothing but a criminal waiting for sentencing!"

My memories, once shattered by Emily’s accident, are weaving together—Julian’s touch, his promises, the night we created Lily and each one feels like a word on a page, writing me whole again. Julian enters, carrying a tray of tea and toast, his dark hair catching the light, his blue eyes warm with a quiet joy that makes my heart flutter. He’s in a simple sweater, his strength understated, and he sets the tray beside me, glancing at the journal. “Writing to Lily?” he asks, his voice low, a smile curving his lips as he pulls a chair close, sitting beside me.

Julie entered the bathroom in a hurry. She didn’t want to miss anything. Julie wanted Hugh Dawson, the artist, to see her as acceptable. Who’d been sweet enough to do her book covers for nothing but only for her mention that he’d created them for her? She mentioned every time he made the covers for her. With three books published, his name appeared on each cover as the cover’s creator, beneath her name as the author. Tonight, Hugh wanted to unveil publicly the cover of her fourth book for her to thank her for the exposure of her books gave his work. Rising Tides and Passions Voyage, was her latest novel, a second chance romance of two single people on a couple’s cruise. Julie was nervous he’

and they looked as if they'd been ripped from her sister's diary. Then it clicked... The missing pages of her sister's diary. Evelyn gasped. "How..." "How do I have this, you ask? Oh, come on, Evy, you weren't expecting me to hand you your sister's diaries without going through them myself, were you? Those diaries were the only reason I decided to get closer to you. I wanted to find out if she'd left anything detrimental to me. But after a while, it became extra entertaining watching you find someone that was just right under your nose, so I let you and even help add a little spice here and there." Julia snickered. "You know, it was really hilarious when you thought the person she didn't tru

I swear they’re a gift sent straight from the Goddess. After our meal, Julia arrives at the house with pamphlets balanced in her hands. She gives me a wide grin as she comes inside. “I spent the afternoon gathering some information about some nearby kindergarten programs,” she informs me as we go to the table. “I figured you could use the help.” “Thank you,” I tell her as I take one of the pamphlets. Meanwhile, the babies are busy grabbing others. “Anything promising?” “Definitely,” Julia tells me. “All of them had very impressive teachers.”

“It can be boring. I’ll take boring.” “Then here’s a fact.” Julie turned fully to face him with the expression of someone about to deliver a verdict. “I am a woman who finished writing a six-hundred page novel in four months while also holding a part-time job and helping my best friend navigate a fake—” She stopped. Cleared her throat. “A very complicated personal situation. I do not have the patience or the interest for whatever this is.” She gestured between herself and him. “So. Move.” Julius looked at her for a moment.