Julia A Novel Novels & Stories

"I hope we can do it all over again. We can start a new life, Chasel.” Juliana's eyes and tone of voice made me realize she was truthful. Her eyes were too bright to lie, like a thousand stars rising from the sea and shining in the night sky. I'd never met someone so idealistic, with unwavering optimism. She wasn't delusional--not at all. Just honest. She filled me with familiarity and nostalgia. She was tender and endearing, just like the girl in my dream, but was she really her? It should have been painfully obvious to me, but I just couldn't reconcile it.

“I don’t fucking care! I just got here, you should be taking me sightseeing, on dates, anything… I don’t do well locked up, Rosa!” I groaned heavily. God take me. I’d forgotten how clingy and outgoing Juliana was. Back in Boston, she slept by day and lived by night. She’s an influencer and likes to do outdoor content. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right out!” “Open the door,” she retorted. “What?” “Open up, I’ve got so much to tell you… remember Kade? The paperboy…” Did she really want to get in here and gossip while I’m naked?

With her question now, Julia wondered if that act of consoling her was genuine. "Come on, there must be some interesting love story there," Mirenda asked again, since Julia was silent. "Not much to be said. I ....I..." Julia began as she thought of what to say, as she didn't want to tell Mirenda, she woke up in Jaosn's bed married to him.

CHAPTER 88 SEBASTIAN – POINT OF VIEW “She’s reading that novel again,” Silas says, standing by me, “The one about werewolves.” I follow his gaze to Julia. She’s on the bed, blissfully unaware that we are watching her through the window. “I wouldn’t mind, but I do, because it’s all nonsense propaganda about how Werewolves are sinister beasts.” He grunts, and I smile because the irony is heavy. We are staring at her through the window like sinister beasts.

Julia's curiosity lingered, her voice trailing off. Anticipating assumptions, I quickly clarified, "No, no, not like that. She is a rogue. I just took her in." "Oh," Julia's sadness was clear to see. "For a moment, I thought that, well, it doesn't matter what I thought." "You thought that somehow, magically, I found a mate," I said, intercepting her thoughts. "Which doesn't exist." She sighed, expressing her understanding. "We just want to see you happy," she remarked. "The new girl is beautiful. She looked good with you."

I retorted, playing along with her game. Ryle's posture tensed, his claws poised for action, but a subtle shake of my head halted his movements. This was a conversation I wanted to engage in, regardless of the underlying tension. She laughed, the sound carrying a mix of amusement and pain. "My name is Julia. I gave up everything for you, came to live in the slave quarter, and even died for you," she confessed, her eyes revealing a complexity of emotions. "I was the most beautiful woman there, but you never noticed me. I tried to get your attention, sneaked into your room, and got thrown out of the palace. I remained devoted to you, saving my virginty for you. I lost my life because of overhe

The present interacts with the past, seeking to avoid mistakes. “I’ll run into the Central Library to see people today, I need to find out something. The librarian thought, not looking up from the monitor. Julia looked at the sleeping Alud. She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, afraid to disturb the wounded man. Her light beige dress pressed into the soft bed, creating clear folds at the hips, smoothly turning into a thin waist. Her crossed legs in black shoes were hidden under the fabric of the dress, just above the knees. Dark, shiny hair, like a monk's hood, fell over her shoulders, reaching a little to her shoulder blades, revealing only small areas between thick strands. A thin, delic

Luca said quietly, his eyes searching her profile. "I don't need to ask," Julia said, not looking at him. "If I ask, you will lie. If you lie, I have to kill you to keep my daughters safe. Right now, you are more useful to me alive." Luca let out a short, dry breath that sounded almost like a laugh, though there was no humor in it. "You really are ruthless, aren't you?" "I had a good teacher. My husband spent years pretending to love me while building a life with another woman and a secret son," Julia said, finally turning to look him dead in the eyes. "I will never trust a Romano again, Luca. Not Anthony. And certainly not you."

he muttered and ended the call—his thumb hovering, his heart pounding. It was the first time he’d ever hung up on Jennifer. But her tears couldn’t override what was screaming inside his head—Lilian’s voice. "She left you long ago." No. No, that couldn't be right. Julia wouldn’t leave him. She loved him. She was waiting—waiting for Lilian to give birth, waiting for their life to return to what it once was. She had to be. She was Julia. The woman who forgave. The woman who stayed. The woman who loved him even when he didn’t deserve it.

The flight to New York had felt long. It was like a bridge between the violence of Italy and the life Julian was desperately clawing his way back to. By the time his car pulled through the gates of Lena’s estate, the early morning sun was already rising. Julian stepped out of the car, his joints popping from the hours of travel. He opened the back door and picked up the two bundles. One was a small, vibrant bouquet of yellow daisies. Junior’s favorite color, as he had learned from Lena.