Julia From The One And Only Ivan Novels & Stories

Then, out of the corner of her eye, her gaze locked onto something. The knuckles on Julian's right hand were raw and red. The scraped skin looked freshly torn, devoid of any healing scar tissue. And just like that, her brain connected the dots. The puzzle pieces finally fell into place. Elena let out a sharp gasp. "Julian Vega!" she shouted, taking three wide strides to block his path, forcing the tall, built guy to come to a hard stop. "That country girl again..." Kenzo muttered under his breath as he passed them by.

"Lorenzo!" A familiar voice cut through the room. Everyone turned. Juliana appeared in the doorway, a vision in a white sundress. A goddamn lamb walking into a slaughterhouse. "Jules?" Lorenzo stood up, surprised. "What are you doing here?" "I missed you," she walked toward him, her eyes welling up with pathetic tears. "I was all alone at home." Low whistles cut through the silence. A few mocking chuckles. "Well, well, Lorenzo," someone drawled from across the table. "Didn't know it was bring-your-side-piece-to-work day."

Ivan was human after all. “It was so easy too. I led you right to Julian and you ate it up thinking you had solved the problem. A nice distraction for you while I built my army. He was so loyal to you, I never approached him. Instead I planned this,” he left his palms in the air, a satisfied sigh escaping him.

Gianna shut her one eye and turned her head. “Ivana, did you ask Tara again?” Her voice seemed irritated. She shook her head expressing displeasure at something that she hadn’t seen yet. “It was Jules, not me!” She shouted somewhere from one of the rooms. After a while, a teenager walked outside the room. She and Gianna looked alike but they all have beautiful almond eyes. She must be Ivana as she walked with elbow crutches, but stopped as she saw me. “He came alive!” She exclaimed then giggled. “Jules!” She called, turning her head back, still grinning. “Tara’s drawing came alive.” She said excitedly.

Miss.Julia Jojowich! Daughter of Russian Mafia tycoon, Mr.Romanio Jojowich met Sultan in Dubai when she heard about his fearless work. A girl who was madly in love with Sultan. After knowing the truth of him being in love with someone else, she tried to attempt suicide but Sultan saved her. Helpless Julia got mesmerized by his gesture towards her & she gave him a word that she owes him life and whenever he will be in a need she will help him without any objection.

Julia replied, her eyes and voice filled with different kinds of emotion. She had known not only Eva but Nathalia as well since her highschool years. Even though Julia was from a wealthy family, she was a nerd who had low confidence and a timid personality. Because of her personality, she became an easy target of bullying in school by other rich students and they took advantage of her. It was not until one day when she was being bullied by a group of girls did she meet Eva and Nathalia. When the girls who were bullying her saw both Eva and Nathalia, they scurried away in fear knowing how vicious and spiteful Eva was. Eva had earned her bad reputation since she was young and when she started

she answered. "Then what is Julia?" "I think Julia is a… snake demon." My eyes widened. "I heard that your mom found Julia in the hills and that she was injured when she was brought back. Kate, think about it. How could a grown woman be found in those hills where wild animals are everywhere? "Julia is a snake demon in disguise. Their kind is naturally lustful. Your mom putting her to work only played into that. Just you wait. It won't be long before she reveals her true nature. When that happens, things are going to get very ugly."

“When your eyes lock, it’s like you’ve known them forever—and you don’t want to let them go.” “There seems to be a lot of women who feel special to you,” she replied, her voice edged with tension. “No,” I said. “Just one.” We locked eyes, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only ones in the room. “I’m the woman in your heart, right?” Olivia cut in, trying to lighten the mood. “You wish, Livvy,” Justin scoffed. “Her name’s Julia. Michael had a one-night stand with her and hasn’t been able to get over her since.”

Julian, your wife wants me ruined. Cassandra Vance, the brilliant Queen of the Screen, had loved that cruel man. Julian was everything: warm, ambitious, and promising the world. She willingly became Julian's secret lover, hiding their relationship from the world, even from Julian’s first love—Elena (the woman who was meant to be his wife, arranged by their parents since childhood).

I looked. Julian sat on the edge of his bed, back half turned, phone screen casting pale light across his face. A news article. American Ballet Theatre announces Vivian Sinclair’s triumphant return to New York. Her photograph filling the frame that face, that elegant devastating face that had lived in this apartment like a ghost long after its owner left. And Julian. The cake hit the floor. The sound it made was almost polite. A soft collapse. Buttercream roses face down on hardwood. The candle went out on the way down.