Julia London Author Novels & Stories

"Not at the moment, just to let me know if you have any news about James." Juliana has always shown that she has a certain interest in Mauricio and I could not let this opportunity pass before my eyes. She could easily be manipulated when the subject is money or even something that would benefit her, being related to Mauricio of course. Besides, I still have Lucius on my back because of that old bitch Emma, ridiculous little woman who has a lot of things to settle with me ahead of her. Louise I've always liked cool colors, loved a magenta, but lately I'm not getting the right to choose anything, let alone clothing colors. Before I got out of the shower, Emma opened the door and picked up a b

JULIAN I woke up with a clearer head than I had in days. The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my London penthouse, casting long shadows across the room. For the first time in weeks, my thoughts weren’t consumed entirely by rage toward Ava. Instead, they kept drifting back to Sophia. She wasn’t like the others. There was something refreshingly straightforward about her….sharp, ambitious, and unapologetically intelligent. Spending time with her yesterday had been… nice.

He spoke about it with a dry, undecorated honesty that made her understand something she hadn't before: Julian Calloway was someone who had never been allowed to not know something, and the effort of maintaining that had cost him years of connections he might otherwise have built. She listened, and then she said quietly: "You should have been allowed to not know things." He glanced at her. "So should you." They looked at each other for exactly long enough, and then looked back at the road. Somewhere past Harrogate, with the landscape outside becoming wider and more open, the particular texture of the north arriving in the pale stone walls and the low grey sky and the way the light fell diffe

Lydia said. “I understand. You don't have children yet. I'm sure when you are married and with kids, you'll remember my words when you come across the same research.” Julia said. She picked another book, “They say expectant mothers and research can not be separated.” Julia ended this with a laugh. Lydia smiled. Her eyes didn't flicker to me for even a minute. She picked another copy of the same book, “But you do know a lot about children's books. Who are the copies for?” Julia asked.

“If I am not on the ground within three hours, the City of London will face a financial collapse on a scale you cannot even imagine.” Meanwhile, back in Mayfair, Julian Sr. paced around the library. He ran his hands over the old books with a painful sense of nostalgia. Behind him, Eleanor Thorne stood calm and composed, though her fingers gripped a small dagger hidden beneath her nightgown. “What are you looking for, Julian?” Eleanor asked coldly. “Every asset here has already changed hands. Mavric transferred all ownership rights to Liora. You have no place left here.” Julian Sr. gave a low laugh, a sound like rough sandpaper scraping against wood.

Julia's eyes were fierce as she gazed into the distance coldly. Her greatest mistake in her life until this moment was being so deluded that she believed that she could be loved! But fortunately, since God did not let her die, she shall have those who had trampled her live in just as much unrest as she did. When Summer returned home to the mansion in West City, her fingers were cold. She was not sure whether it was because of the words she had said during the board of directors meeting or whether it was because she had heard Wade's story.

and they looked as if they'd been ripped from her sister's diary. Then it clicked... The missing pages of her sister's diary. Evelyn gasped. "How..." "How do I have this, you ask? Oh, come on, Evy, you weren't expecting me to hand you your sister's diaries without going through them myself, were you? Those diaries were the only reason I decided to get closer to you. I wanted to find out if she'd left anything detrimental to me. But after a while, it became extra entertaining watching you find someone that was just right under your nose, so I let you and even help add a little spice here and there." Julia snickered. "You know, it was really hilarious when you thought the person she didn't tru

Miller the whole history of her proceedings, and she could but look upon the false-hearted girl as accessory to her brother's death. Julia knew that by the fair Northern beauty she was secretly despised, but she did not care, for she had conceived a great friendship for Mrs. Carrington, whom she often amused with her remarks about New York people. Once she said, "I do wish New York would die, or stop taking emetics, and sending the contents of her bilious stomach to Kentucky in the shape of teachers!" Mrs. Carrington smiled and said, "I think you prefer Louisiana emetics, do you not?"

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

“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?