Books A Million Mt Juliet Novels & Stories

Dylan said desperately to Max who was looking at him blankly. "I am not stopping you Dylan. Go ahead but you wouldn't be able to find her."Dylan looked at him confused. " What do you mean." Max chuckled and threw an envelope on Dylan's face. "This. This is 3 million. Luna had saved this money for the repayment of debt but as you being the most heartless person and offered her that disgusting offer. She accepted but she only wanted the debt money which was 7 million not 10 million that's why she had repaid the money. Here take it."

“Madam Garrett wanted you to know that lunch will be served exactly at one. She would like to use this opportunity to introduce you to the family, so please don’t be late.” Juliette nodded, still a little dazed. “Of course. I won’t be.” The man bowed once more before quietly retreating, leaving her alone with the silence—and the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and only then did she let out the breath she’d been holding. Slowly, she turned in a full circle, taking everything in. The high ceiling. The soft glow of sunlight spilling through the tall windows. The bed that looked more like something out of a luxury hotel than a bedroom meant for actual sleeping.

… Ann slumped onto the couch with a tired sigh, dumping the shopping bags beside and immediately began to get rid of her heels. “Ann, you're back early.” Ann looked up from her shoes and flashed Juliet a small smile, straightening up. “I finished shopping early and Selene released me early so I could rest.” Juliet nodded eagerly, her lips stretched over her lips. Ann raised a questioning brow at her, “What got you in a good mood, Juliet?” “Mr. Lucas called,” Juliet squeaked. The smile on Ann's face dissolved, her brows drawn together into a frown. “And what did he say?”

Allen whom I had known his name from Juliet and had stared at me a lot, not shaken by his father’s statement took a sip of his drink. Juliet said in a soft voice I had never witnessed her use before not even when she wanted things from Margaret. “Is he single?” Margaret grinned at her, to Mr.Ian she playfully added. “Juliet is still in College. She had two more years and then she is done. Currently, she is majoring in accounting.”

The floor-to-ceiling windows behind Frey Johnson bathed the room in a bleak kind of light, the kind that exposed everything, everything except what he was thinking. Across the desk, he sat like a statue carved out of entitlement; dark suit, crisp, silver cufflinks gleaming under the faint glow of the desk lamp. The view behind him was breath-taking, but all I could focus on was his unreadable face, sculpted and sharp like a blade that hadn't yet cut me… but might. “You’ve had time to think about it,” he said, voice smooth and slow “Have you come to a decision?” I glanced down at the paper work in front of me. A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in excha

she whispered to Joel," who responded with a sigh. The living room in the Montana mansion was filled with all the luxuries from different countries. Joel, who was a lover of good things, made an exception this time. He couldn't bring himself to admire anything. The wait was just a perpetual hell, increasing his apprehension. At long last, footsteps were heard up the stairs, descending. Joel looks up, with his gaze meeting that of Mr. Pierre Montana's fearful one, with his wife by his side whose facial expression was quite a contrast to his. He lowers his head in a flinch. "Dad, Mum, meet Joel, my boyfriend," Estelle retorts excitedly. Joel extends his hand to meet Mr. Montana but the latter

I rolled down the window and threw the phone onto the asphalt, watching it shatter in the side mirror. One last wave to Anne, who stood in the doorway beaming with pride. I slipped on the headphones, pressed play on whatever burned CD was inside. Natasha Bedingfield’s voice filled my ears: “No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten…” I took a deep, shaky breath, wiped my tears, and pressed the accelerator. “Let’s go, Juliet. Time to write a whole new fucking story.”

She thought with a chuckle. Juliet picked up a novel to while away the last two hours of the flight, but after trying for at least ten minutes to lose herself in a good book she gave up, and decided to sit and check out the opulence of her surroundings. Who would have thought it, that one day Juliet Greenfield would be flying first class?

“You’re very wise for someone who just told me she once dated a guy who thought astrology was a personality test.” She grinned. “Hey, I contain multitudes.” We finished our tea and walked back toward the laundromat, where our clothes were probably still damp and slightly resentful. Juliette nudged me. “If he doesn’t text you by tomorrow, I’m setting you up with my cousin.” “Is he normal?” “He owns a bookstore and cries during Pixar movies.” I laughed. “Tempting.” “Just say the word.” As we parted ways, I felt lighter. Not because anything had changed. But because for a moment, I wasn’t the girl lying to a mafia heir or dodging her own past.

Every time she remembered Adrian’s voice, fresh heat pooled between her thighs. Mia appeared suddenly from between two shelves, holding her phone. Her face looked serious. “Jules,” Mia said, sitting down across from her. “We need to talk. Right now.” Juliet straightened up. “Mia, I really can’t do this today. I’m exhausted.” Mia placed her phone on the table and slid it toward Juliet. On the screen was a paused video of Luna on stage. The silver corset caught the pink lights perfectly. The same one Mia had seen in Juliet’s bag.