Julia Enright Story Novels & Stories

Julia made Rhonda sit in her lap, planning to feed her. "Master, if I might suggest," Julia said; "I'd like to ask that we say grace today. I was thinking about what Lucia said on Friday night. How as bad as her life was, and all the bad things which happened to her, it put her in the position to save us when the time came. As bad as things have been lately, we're all alive, we've got new friends," she squeezed Rhonda's tits, "and I'm so thankful for my life at this time. I'm not sure it could get better."

The outcome of the investigation also led to the same truth. “I'm sorry, Sabrina,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I should have trusted you from the start.” She smiled. “It's okay, Elijah. I'm just glad we're here now, together.” I then remembered something in the investigation report that had caught my attention. Julia had grown up in a rich family after she got lost as a child, and she became close to their real son whom she considered a real brother. His name was Henry Stanford, and he was a very influential man in France and in the United States.

Julia stared at the photocopy of Regina's diary page under her office light. Her hands trembled. She knew that handwriting. She remembered teaching her daughter to write it... just before the accident that stole her family. But there was something else another memory clawing its way to the surface. A name. An employee her late husband had hired before the fire. A name she hadn't dared to think about for fifteen years. "Mr. Eldric." That night, Regina sat alone on the balcony, sipping warm milk, belly gently rising with Hope's quiet kicks.

she lazily replied and stood firmly, stretching her arms up. "Where are we? Didn’t we fall asleep in the bar?" Julia wonders. "It’s a long story and you should thank me for saving you today," she brags. "Why would I need to thank you?" She is curious. "Because I kept you away from being electrified again," she stated. "What do you mean?" Julia is confused about what she’s talking about. "That house behind us is the Wright’s mansion," she announced, making Julia shocked. "Did you mean…?"

I love Julia, and she loves me too. At the beginning of our marriage, I didn’t want children in my marriage to Jenny. But that doesn’t mean I’ll forever refuse to have children between us. It seems like it’s all my fault. In the middle of the party, Aunt Elena, Jenny’s aunt, whom I’d never met before, along with Ryan, her new boyfriend, got into an argument with Sarah and Julia. Julia accused Jenny of carrying a child who wasn’t biologically mine. Jenny remained silent, neither denying nor confirming it. In fact, Ryan stood by her side to defend her, saying that he would accept the child Jenny was carrying and love it with all his heart.

Everyone thinks Julian isn’t seeing someone, but between Julian and me, we both know that’s not true. In fact, Julia is engaged to a Beta heiress but is keeping it a secret for now, for the goddess knows why. So, it’s a secret just between us. “What?” Simon asks. “Since when?” “Who is she? What family is she from? Is she from Silver Valley?” Victor queries. If Julian wants to tell the guys the truth, then no, the girl is not from Silver Valley. But I’m worried, because I have a feeling he’s not talking about her.

When they finally released each other, Julia lowered her gaze, her voice quiet but firm. “No, Sheldon,” she said softly. “You don’t owe me anything. I owe you and Mum and Dad an apology. I shouldn’t have gone back to the Reynolds. I should’ve known better.” Sheldon looked at her, his eyes full of sadness and guilt. “Julia…” But she didn’t let him continue. She shook her head and smiled faintly. “I left the people who truly loved me, thinking blood meant loyalty. But I was wrong.” ********************* Sixteen years ago, when she was just three, Julia wasn’t a Reynolds at all. She was just a quiet girl from the orphanage, thin and shy, but with eyes that carried warmth.

“Julia. Stephen’s… girlfriend. She hates Selena. Thinks she’s a threat. That she wants to steal Stephen from her.” I almost laughed. The irony. “Julia,” I said slowly, tasting the name like poison. “She wants to play with fire.” I stood tall. I wasn’t the fragile woman Stephen had locked away. I was the former Beta’s wife. I had led warriors into battle, stood by my husband through wars, and survived pain deeper than most could imagine. If Julia thought she could break my daughter She hadn’t met me yet. She was wrong. She didn’t know who I was.

I moved closer to the door. Just close enough to see through the crack. What I saw made my blood turn to ice. Leighton sat on the edge of his desk, his shirt unbuttoned. A young woman stood between his legs, her hands on his bare chest. She had long red hair and perfect pale skin. She wore a tight green dress that showed off her figure, and now she was half naked, huge breasts hanging in front of Leignton's face. Julia. From the Blood Moon Pack up north.

Julia exhaled, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I helped him,” she whispered. “I lied. I benefited. I stayed quiet.” “Why did you do all of that for him, Ms. Julia?” Attorney Vernon asked calmly, almost sounding like pity. She lifted her, eyes blurred with tears. “B–because I'm the mother of his children.” “Children? You mean there is someone other than your daughter?” Attorney Vernon raised a brow. “Yes.” She paused to breathe. “The child Adele raised, Ethan… he was never hers.”