Juli Baker Flipped Novels & Stories

“What? Julia is the owner of JK Couture?!” “Then, the world is truly flat?!” “Round.” “Beat me! Dear heavens!!” “She stole from one of the judges and still dares to showcase it? What the hell!?” “I need such guts to slap my mother-in-law.” “Why does the judge sound like Adele, or am I hallucinating?” “OMG! you're right!” As the hall exploded, I was focused on Julia. Her lips parted, like she was about to argue, but no sound came out, just wheezing shock.

“But I’ve never wanted anything more.” ………………………………………………………………………………………. Alexander. I wasn’t the kind of man who cooked. I had staff for that. And yet, here I was, standing in my own kitchen, flipping pancakes like some kind of domesticated husband. At least, it is edible this time. Juliana sat on one of the barstools, watching me with amusement. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks still flushed from sleep, and she had never looked more beautiful. I plated the pancakes and pushed the dish toward her. “Eat.”

Letting go of my jaw, Julia turned to Debby, her leg raised to deliver another kick. That’s when I realized that my own legs were free. Just as she landed a kick right to Debby’s stomach, making her spit out, her eyes wide in horror as the wind got knocked out of her…I raised my own leg and kicked her in the stomach…making her fly back to hit the washroom door. The entire room fell silent as Julia dropped to the ground, the wind knocked out of her as her eyes widened in shock. Taking the opportunity, I jerked my arms free of my captors, who turned out to be Aurora and Aurelia, and I knelt down next to Debby, her captors having dropped her hands as soon as I landed that kick to Julia.

“Grandma Evelyn is such a wonderful person. She told me so many stories about their early days. It was really inspiring.” Julia's smile didn't reach her eyes. “I'm sure it was.” I couldn’t understand why she didn’t seem happy. It made me start wondering how she’s been getting along with the Bakers. After all, she was supposed to be the long-lost Sabrina Baker, and now she was back in their lives after so many years. I was deep into the designs already, trying to perfect the layout. My focus was so intense that I barely registered the ping of a new message on my phone.

"That's fine. I'm actually going to him now. Santoz Martinez connected me to him..." "Santoz Martinez!" The pleasant look on her face turned to horror. "Call me Julie. I'm Juliet Baker, Boyle's sister." Julie tried to correct the frown on her face. It was too late though. Melinda got the awareness that she wasn't the only one who didn't fancy Santoz much. She widened her eyes as she regarded the woman under a different spectrum. "Did you just say you're Juliet..." "Yes darling. I'm the J of B&J. Not to brag, but, I earned the title." She whisper yelled.

I got to the bakery area and put on my apron and head wrap. Focus... don't think about him... Focus. I took a deep breath and started measuring the flour. Just a few minutes into baking, Felicia walked inside with her voice loud enough for me to hear. "Guys, you won't believe what just happened! I saw that biker guy and his girlfriend across the road." My heart skipped a beat and I paused. "What biker guy?" Julia asked. "Don't you remember the one we assume has a thing for Lena?" Gabi answered before Felicia could.

Abigail hesitated. "She's also a doctor. My friend's daughter," Julie replied enthusiastically. "I think they look good together. Their ages are not too far apart." Julie exclaimed with a radiant face. Flavia smiled, responding to Julie's words with a nod. "Well, if you want to eat, go ahead." Julie said, then walked away, leaving the two of them. Flavia chose to walk to the kitchen, with Abigail trailing behind. "I never expected that Flavia already found her match," her friend said suddenly.

They screamed in terror, frantically grabbing the blankets to cover themselves. Soon, viewers of the livestream recognized them. [Isn't that the rich heir, Jeremy Abbott? He always acts so proper. I never knew he was such a womanizer.] [I remember Jeremy has a fiancée. Is this girl his fiancée?] [No, Jeremy's fiancée is Giselle Baker. Giselle does not look like that at all.] [That's Viola Baker! The girl the Baker family mistook for their real daughter for over 20 years. Did not expect her to steal the real daughter's man. How brave!]

Julian said smoothly, glancing around the quiet bakery, “I was in the neighborhood.” Kaelani scoffed, shaking her head. “We’re closed.” Julian checked the sleek watch on his wrist. “Not for another fifteen minutes,” he replied. Her patience thinned audibly in the breath she released. Without another word, she grabbed a paper bag from the counter, yanked open the glass display, and pulled out a honey–cinnamon cake. She dropped it into the bag with more force than necessary. “Anything else?” She asked flatly, holding the bag out like she wished she could throw it at him instead.

"You know what? It's a long, long story. You don't need to know the details. What you need to know is that you're not going anywhere. You're going to stay right here. We're going to have an exceedingly, eventful evening. Just you and me. Let's call it an...uh... sister bonding eve'." Julia let out a squeaky giggle, clapping excitedly as one of her minions rolled in a table while the others dumped varieties of briefcases on the tabletop. Evelyn shuddered as she noticed how much Julia changed. From her accent to her mannerism. How could she not have seen through her facade all this time? Evelyn signed shakily. "What did you do to Dr. Fletcher?" "Doctor who?" Julia waved her hand, blowing a ras