Juli Baker Flipped Novels & Stories

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."

I began but Atlas brushed past me. “Yes, Bella,” He said, “I’ll have you know that Julia was an amazing baker since her childhood. She stopped baking as she grew but her skills lingered.” he taunted. “If you are going to prove you’re her, don’t back out now.” I watched him for a few seconds, my jaw hanging loose, a smile gracing my lips as the scent of flour reached me all over again. I felt like I was floating in a fever dream and I wanted it to last forever because Atlas was giving me a chance.

"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.”

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.”

throw me into the middle of the sea with nothing but a cheap life jacket. Fear gripped her throat as she remembered the pile of her aunt's medical bills waiting back on the mainland. However, when the elevator door chimed and slid open, Harper took a deep breath, puffed out her full chest, and lifted her chin. She was a pastry chef who knew her own worth, not a criminal. "Walk," one of the guards said, gently pushing her back.

I said softly but there was silence on the other end of the phone before a voice rang out "Please am I onto Miss, Matilda Miller?" A lady's voice rang out making my brow crease together. I stared up at my friend who was staring back at me "What?" Julia mouthed, I shook my head, clearing up my throat "Yes, this is she, who is this?" I asked, my brows creasing together "I'm calling on behalf of the Empire Culinary Association NYC. You've been selected as one of the lucky bakers to compete in our Elite Baking Showcase. Congratulations,"