Julia A Novel Novels & Stories

Marcus has slipped in and out twice, her face carved from granite, her voice too low for me to catch. At midnight, I can't endure it anymore. I shove the study door open. Julian sits at his desk, buried in screens and papers and the wreckage of a past he believed was dead. His jacket is missing. His sleeves are shoved to his elbows. His hair is chaos from his hands tearing through it. He lifts his head when I enter, and his eyes are raw and exhausted and burning. "You should be sleeping," he says. "So should you." "I don't sleep when someone's hunting us."

Kathy looked at him and said angrily, "What should I understand by this Victor. You people have brought that girl, will she be able to become Rex's wife, will she end his loneliness? Absolutely not. Because Rex will not accept her and neither will I. You all know this." She threatened and went out from there. The rest of the people got worried after listening to her and started looking at each other. As soon as his room was cleaned, Rex ordered the maids, "Now get out of here." Both the maids left the room. As soon as they left, Rex came into the room. He was tired as he was holding Julie in his arms for so long. As soon as he entered the room, he threw her on the bed. Julie woke up with thi

We agreed, gratefully. Victoria was the first to bolt from the room, muttering, "If I look at that paper for another second, I'm going to be sick." She didn’t wait for anyone, heading straight for her room. I rose to leave, too, but Aunt Jing placed a gentle hand on my arm. "Sweetheart, would you mind helping me in the kitchen for a moment?" As I followed her, Chen took the chance to turn to Dominic, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "So… how long have you and Julia been together?"

She looked away, her hand going back up, wrapping around her body. “What’s on your mind, Julia?” “Nothing. You,” she chuckled. “Take your hands off your body, Julia.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to. You’re wasting precious time looking at me when you could be inside me.” “Nothing about you could ever be a waste of time. Why would you think that?” She remained silent, not answering my question. “Take your hands off, Julia. It’s an order.” She struggled with my command. I could see that she wanted to, but something was stopping her. Why had she been uncomfortable with her beauty?

’ I felt no remorse within me. “I love you, Alpha Damien.” Beta Aurora's wolf growled with excitement as she said those statements to me. But I didn't respond because I knew I didn't feel the same for her. ‘Julia, where are you?’ Julia's POV ‘Coughs out!’ I forced my eyes open as I raised my back and gasped for breath. My eyes searched around the environment. I was hurriedly as tension held my heart. ‘Where am I?’ I had to ask myself that question. The environment was unfamiliar when I gazed around the room. I realized I was on a bed.

Chapter 102— The Journey Ahead Evening was falling in Colonia del Sacramento, that city of worn cobblestones and picturesque facades that seemed to hold stories in every crack in the walls. Julia, Guillermo’s daughter, sat in the courtyard of her home, her school backpack open and her mind lost in her mother’s words. The woman repeated in a measured voice, as if dispensing poison disguised as truth: “Your father isn’t coming because he doesn’t want to… He’s probably with another woman. He’s lying to you, Julia. You’re not his priority.”

I said, brushing a hand against her cheek, not in affection, but in control. “I don’t trust anyone in this place anymore. You’ll listen, watch, and bring me every whisper you hear. Understood?” “Yes, Alpha Theodora,” she murmured. Good girl. “Jules thinks she can rewrite her story,” I said quietly. “But she forgets who wrote the first page.” The maid watched me silently, unsure if she should stay or flee. I liked that uncertainty. It fed something inside me, something darker than rage…something that needed control to survive.

I never killed people in my basement, I never hunted them. But it didn't stop my stomach from twisting so hard I thought I might be sick. My fingers dug into Julia’s, but she didn’t let go. “You’re nothing but a murderer,” Julia said coldly. “You lost the right to speak to her the day you touched all of those women and girls in your basement.” A pause. Then his voice lowered, almost intimate, but laced with venom. “Careful, little one. You don’t know the whole story.” “I know enough,” Julia snapped.

“Peter was a writer.” Julia leaned forward and noticed freckled blood on the pages. A flutter of unnerved sickness in her stomach; she had a diary just like it tucked away in the drawer beside her bed. Once upon a time she’d filled her book with lies on the rare chance that someone would come across it, scour the contents, and say, Wow—what a life this gal’s livin’! But as things complicated, and reality-based drama proved spectacle enough, her literary lies faded, and not too long after, the journal was abandoned completely. This perhaps revealed truths in Julia that she didn’t entirely like admitting to.

Julia's voice was cold, void of any emotions, it astonished me to see how insensitive she was, "You know I can sacrifice anything to take my revenge." Despite everything she did, not even a drop of guilt brushed past her. "What revenge? What kind of revenge is this that requires you to ruin your own children's lives? What kind of satisfaction do you wish to seek from it?!" Celine shouted out loud, unshed tears glistened in her eyes. "Don't ask her, Celine," Vincent sighed, " She doesn't have the answer." "No, I do." Julia suddenly spoke, as the silence began stretching across the room, "You want to know what kind of satisfaction I look for? I'll show you." And before any of us could notice i