Julia A Novel Novels & Stories

Julia’s POV I can’t believe I slept with him again! I’m such an idiot. It’s just his touch is so electrifying that I can’t say no. My body wants him desperately any time we’re around each other. I licked my lips; I could still taste him. I needed to break things off with him or Luis. It wouldn’t be right to sleep with both of them at the same time. The choice should be obvious, break things off with my boss because a relationship couldn’t come from it. But I found myself resisting. There was a spark there that I hadn’t felt since James. I needed to make a decision quickly before anyone got hurt. I nearly ran to my car and hopped in before driving back home to relieve Tricia.

If she continued this way, she would be like the other who dared rugger and didn't end well. Meanwhile, Julia didn't care and flung her shoes away crashing on her secret bed in her office. As she lay in the uncomfortable gown thinking of a plan to get rid of Juliet and rugger, her phone beeped. Irritated by the disturbance, she picked it up and glanced casually at it and dropped it.

“Our son.” The words hit me harder than I expected. There was a tremor under my skin, a pulse of something I couldn’t quite name. Guilt? Dread? Responsibility? Maybe all of it. “And what do you want, Julia?” I asked, finally meeting her gaze. “Now that Jane’s gone and we’ve set this train on fire… what does happily ever after look like for you?” Julia tilted her head, her smile flickering like a candle in the wind. “I want what I’ve always wanted. You. Us. No more hiding, no more shame. Just the life we were meant to have, Nathan.”

“Silvercrest Pack — I present your Alphas: Elara Forge and Mandi Simmons!” I was on my feet before he finished the sentence, clapping until my palms ached. Julian’s arms came around my middle and drew me back against his chest. He nuzzled my neck and felt the tears on my jaw. “Louisa, are you crying?” “I am not!” I denied it with full conviction, and then immediately sniffed. “It’s just so perfect.” His hands moved lower, settling over the soft swell of my abdomen. His voice was warm and low in my ear. “Yes,” Julian murmured. “You are perfect.” *~ The End ~*

TYBERIAS' POV (tie-beer-ius) "What have you got?" "Juliana Hernandez: 22 years old, has a 2year old sister, works at Café Rouge, both parents are still alive however her father is unemployed and her mother hasn't visited them in a couple years." "Okay. You can go now." I said to Adams before he scurried off out of my office. I punched the bridge of my nose as I sighed deeply. Ever since I saw Juliana last night, I haven't been able to get her out of my head since and I fùcking hated it.

Fear grips me, my eyes meeting his cold, emotionless gaze. "I'm not playing games, Julia. You either tell me where the flash drive is right now, or you're not going to live long enough to regret it. I'll make sure of it." "Please, I swear I don't have it! I don't know anything about a flash drive! You have to believe me!" "Believe you? Really? After what you did last night, I find it hard to trust anything you say. Now talk or I'm going to decorate this room with the inside of your head."

“Funny. You looked pretty determined when I walked in.” I stood frozen behind him, watching the exchange like it was some twisted play. My throat still burned from the water I’d swallowed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Dominic Rutherford. He was commanding, ruthless, and utterly terrifying—but he was also strangely captivating. Julia’s gaze darted to the door, and I saw the exact moment she decided to run. “Don’t you dare—” Dominic Rutherford started, but it was too late. Julia bolted toward the exit, shoving past him with surprising force.

It originally had a window, but the glass had long been broken and its place supplied by a large board, which failed to keep out the wind and rain, so that during the winter season the closet was a cold, cheerless place. But on the night of which we were speaking, it contained a novel piece of lumber. Crouched behind an old barrel sat Julia, listening eagerly to the conversation between her teacher and Mr. Miller. When it ceased she arose from her dark hiding place and muttered to herself: "So you'll see, will you? You old torment! I wish the Old Scratch had got you before you ever came here. If I dared to I'd—but no, I wouldn't do that, bad as I am. However, I'll cheat you for once, you hat

“Because you’re playing a game I invented. And you’re already behind.” Suddenly, there was heat between them. Not just rage—but something else. Forbidden. Dangerous. Seductive. Juliana’s lips hovered near Lydia’s ear. “Tell me… does he still say your name when he comes?” Lydia’s breath hitched. But before she could answer, Juliana was gone—disappearing into the shadows like a ghost with unfinished business. Lydia stood alone, the journal clutched to her chest, her body trembling. And in that moment, she understood: Power tasted good. But it never came without a price.

Alex paused, then said, “You called Julia, the new Acting Beta. She delivered the file you wanted? And then I believe she gave you a ride back to your house” “Julia?” I frowned. How strange. I never really thought of her as a woman, much less an object of desire. I tried to remember her, but nothing much was coming to mind, other than plain pantsuits and a pair of black-rimmed glasses that swallowed up most of her face. She was a hell of a worker, though, which is what earned her the new position, but that didn’t make up for the fact that she was hopelessly boring. Without another word to Alex, I hung up and closed my eyes, focusing on the pack mindlink. Julia. We need to talk. Be at my plac