Juli Baker Flipped Novels & Stories

"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

“I’m supposed to just wait? While she lives in his house? While he touches her? I’m the one who should be carrying the Moore heir, not some trashy secretary!” “You are a Baker,” Julia said, stepping closer and grabbing Madison’s arm. “Bakers don’t cry over the help. They crush them. You don’t wait for a win; you take it.” Madison ripped her arm away, her lip curling into a snarl. “Then make her disappear. I want her gone, erased completely.” Julia smiled. “I’ve already begun. I offered her ten million this morning to walk away.” Madison snorted, wiping a tear from her cheek. “And? Let me guess, she took it and asked for more?”

Isla called, brushing a few stray curls from her sweaty forehead. “Ready.” We counted down together—“Three, two, one!”—and launched into a backflip sequence. The wind rushed against my skin as I twisted midair, landing on my toes with a satisfying thud. Again. And again. We laughed each time we landed, high-fiving like we’d just won Olympic gold. Then she started teasing. “You know, Evelyn, if Josh happens to be watching right now, you might just flip straight into his arms.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re delusional.”

“Get up.” He caught her wrist mid-push, pulling her back into a slow, teasing kiss. “Yes ma’am.” The smell of pancakes filled the lodge kitchen. Colvin stood shirtless, gray sweats sitting low on his hips, flipping pancakes with the calm precision of a man who ran a billion-dollar company and a stovetop with the same authority. Julie leaned against the counter, trying not to stare. Trying not to look at the lines of his back. The curve of his shoulders.

I said with a melodic tone to Julia, who turned and scoffed at me. “Come on, Julie, it won’t hurt to say good morning back to me, you know?” I said, sitting on the counter, watching her as she perfectly flipped pancakes. “Well, talking to you isn’t part of my job here,” she said. “Where is the Julia from last night? The Julia that served me dinner, to be precise,” I said, feigning disappointment. Julia didn’t respond and continued with her pancakes. “Come on, Julie, it’s too early for your face to be that stone cold." I tried to lighten the mood, but Julia remained focused on her cooking.

As if noticing I was watching them, the brunette left his side and walked towards me, her hand extended. "I don't think we've formally introduced ourselves. My name is Emily Bakers, and I am Julian's true mate."

Kelsey's mouth was wide opened and she flipped her eyes to prove her point. Julie rubbed her face, "God ... I don't think I want to hear the details so early in the morning, but ... good to know," she replied sarcastically. Kelsey laughed again, "And you know what else?" it was a question that didn't need an answer. "He cooks!! He's an aspiring Chef and he's going to have his own restaurant chain and everything ... he was blabbering about it last night, the whole bit and pieces but I just couldn't wait to get his cock inside me ... and my godddd ..." she made another face that made Julie grimaced in slight disgust.

I jerked away. He didn’t look at me. --- The warehouse loomed, music thumping like a sick heartbeat. Julia stood at the entrance, her honey-brown eyes gleaming. “You came,” she purred. “How… predictable.” Ace’s hand settled on my lower back. “Stay close.” I stepped out of his reach. “I’ll do what I want.” Julia laughed. “Oh, Brie. Still playing the rebel?” Valerie materialized beside me, a champagne flute in hand. “Careful, Juju. She’s got a knife and a grudge.”

I asked her and she bit back a chuckle, shaking her head "I'm sorry to say this but if I can wipe that asshole off the surface of this earth, I definitely will, is he abnormal or what?" "And why are you apologizing to me about that?" I asked and Julia stared back at me taking another bite from her cake "Well he's the father of your children," She said and I scoffed, my eyes shifting to my glass door as it slid open with two ladies walking right in "A minute," I stood up walking over to my counter "Welcome to T Flourish Bakery," I said softly. "What would you like to have?" I asked as I quickly took in their order.

The sun was scorching. As smoke curled up from the grill, Juliana showed up, putting her hips to work. She was smoking hot in the red little number. Holding nothing in her hands, Juliana approached and instructed, “Alessia, flip those skewers over before they char. She then barked, “Jesus, Vittoria. Go grab some napkins. My hands are all sweaty.” Her tone was airy, like a queen born to command. I held my peace, saying nothing.