Julia Augusta Novels & Stories

Her words landed like a slap. “She had one purpose,” Julia continued, her voice steady, chillingly deliberate. “To secure this family’s position through that lottery. That is the only reason I ever allowed that child to be born.” William stared at her, disbelief flickering across his face. “She’s already marrying into an el—” “Oh, don’t be ridiculous.” Julia let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Do you honestly believe Nicolai Moreau will ever work with you after what happened?” William fell silent. The words died in his throat as reality settled in.

She winced and fell to the ground, immediately transforming into her human form while still on the floor. “This is my mate and the Queen Consort, you will show her some respect, or I will have you thrown out of the palace like before. I don't want to have to repeat this, so do you understand me?” Augustus barked, the murderous look in his eyes evident. “You will pay for this,” Lucia said and managed to get up, her face writhing in pain as she finally did and limped out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind her, Augustus gathered me in his arms, burying his face in my damp hair.

It was then that Julia posted a bombshell in our group chat. "Hey, my darlings. I'm getting married on October 4th. Please come to the wedding and be my bridesmaids. I've prepared beautiful dresses for you girls." The sudden good news was so uplifting. I immediately perked up and told her that Queenie had gone to bed before switching to private chat. Julia was a typical northern young woman of about the same height as me. She had that straightforwardness typical of people from the north and was a bold drinker.

Even though he hadn't been human for centuries, he clung to his French ancestry. She enjoyed her time speaking with everyone and getting to know them, but there were a few vampires she could never manage to find. Helena and Julia had virtually disappeared. According to Catarina, Julia spent most of her time in her quarters and didn't wish to see anyone. She insisted that Julia was all right, but she was deeply embarrassed by what happened. The only person she would let keep her company was Helena. As a result, the two rarely moved about the castle. Sidia saw humans heading towards Julia's rooms and bringing instruments, books, and other forms of entertainment, but that was it.

CHAPTER THREE 1. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:31 She has seen some surreal moments in her tenure at Progression Software, but for the first time in as long as she can remember, Alice finds that she is not exactly sure what is going on in David’s head. She is desperate to voice this but she’s not one to admit this sudden weakness to anyone - especially not to him.

Julia approached, she was about to kiss him on the lips, but was stopped by Augustus: "I don't like to kiss." “So you want to have sex with me too?” Julia is not shy, she is like a small snake entwined with Augustus, this man is noble and strong, she just needs to be liked by him, anyone in the Stephen family must fear her. Augustus laughed: "You have no way of making me comfortable." “I will take the initiative.” Julia kissed Augustus' finger.

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

He immediately stops his pacing and the tension that was in his shoulders is finally gone. She’s his mate. What!? No way! Bet! “Preston, who is this?” Camilla asks, pointing to the woman. “Oh! This is Julia, she was the keeper of the Royal Archives in Eferhile, and she’s my mate.” He says beaming. We all congratulate him and give hugs all around. “Okay, now that’s over, can you please share with us what you found?” I ask, anxiously.

Still had the will. She was still needed. Had to be. Because of who she was. What she knew. What she would do. I'm still... Julia. Not some replaceable servant. Not some interchangeable maid. Julia. The one who'd made tea that killed an empress slowly everyone blamed childbirth. The one who'd burned letters that would have started wars. The one who'd loved Belinda longer and fiercer than anyone else ever could. Her pulse quickened, drumming against her ribs like fingers on a table.

Calista approached her and squatted down slowly in front of her. Without much hope, she said, "Auntie Julia, I'm Calista, Joan's daughter. We met once at the carnival in Apthon." Julia was as still as a statue. She didn't speak a word, nor did she move. Even her pupils remained still. Calista was reluctant to accept this. She wouldn't accept this outcome after putting in so much hard work for so many years. Jessen was dead, and if Julia were to end up being insane, then that meant all of those people who were involved in the incident were gone.