Novel & Cerita Julia London Author

Julian’s POV The morning light filters through the tall windows of my London estate, casting soft shadows across the oak-paneled study where I sit, my laptop open but untouched, the “Lark Secrets” email glaring at me. Sophia’s asleep upstairs, her sketchbook beside her, her breathing steady for the first time in weeks, our baby safe within her.

If I rank second when it comes to counter-tracking within the alliance, no one would dare to rank first. She let him take his time finding her. Then, she would leave first. On the other hand, Shiloh’s eyes scanned the area and cursed to himself. “Dammit. Where is she? She was just here. Where did she go?” Ten minutes later, Julia arrived at the largest shopping center in the city: Montreal City. The people who came here were the rich ones. It was a high-end shopping mall filled with luxury boutiques that ordinary people couldn’t afford. Julia suddenly remembered the brand named Lanco owned by the Wolf Five family, who lived here in Vienna City.

Julia continued to talk, “You've had your own share of scandals and trust me, you're loved by people. You are seen as an influential woman, you know that?” “I don't know,” I replied weakly as I sipped on my drink. “You've been involved with big names so far!” Julia told me firmly. “Julian Holland, CEO of Empire Entertainment. Duncan Mann, CEO of Duck Entertainment. Yamamoto…” “Yeah! Yeah!” I exclaimed, cutting her short. “You are lucky, girl. I am envious,” Julia muttered. “And why would you be?” I asked.

She didn’t flinch when I stared. “You have a name?” “Julianna.” I raised an eyebrow. “Full name?” She hesitated, then said, “Julianna Rowe. I go by Jules sometimes.” “Experience?” “Worked for a film exec’s family before. Confidential contract. Nothing public.” I sipped the tea slowly, watching her as I swallowed. “Why’d you leave?” “They relocated to London. I wanted to stay in New York.” “Background checks?” “Already cleared by Mr. Mavin's security team.”

But then would that ever work out? Upon reaching her apartment, Julia wasted no time in settling down. She made her way to her designated spot, where her laptop eagerly awaited her return. Opening it with a sense of purpose to go through her work, her eyes fell upon the document that had been the cause of Kelvin's unexpected call. It lay there, a tangible reminder of her responsibilities and the bridge between her professional and personal life.

Made it better. "Marcus just called from downstairs, " Julian said quietly. He looked at Elena with his gray eyes. He moved his hand a little and the morning light caught his gold wedding ring. "The first shipment of the book just got to London. The little bookstores are saying that people are already waiting in line to buy it. They are calling it the real story about the shipping days."

Adam assumed it was a town rule at this point. “What brings a writer from Chicago to this place?” Carl asked as he cut up his steak. “Seems like the last place someone like that would move.” Grace said, “Maybe she needed a change of pace? Some place to detox?” Carl grunted. “I think it’s lovely,” Julia said, smiling at her family. With her light blonde hair and with only a few wrinkles on her face, Julia seemed years younger than fifty-nine. But she’d always prided herself on a neat, put-together appearance, and even when sitting with her family for dinner, she wore a pearl necklace and her hair up in a tidy bun. Adam hadn’t seen his mom wear something like sweatpants in all the years he’d k

she said. “Hello your majesty,” Julia curtsied. I laughed at the joke. She always did that. “Hello, Julia. Thank you so much for looking after Selanene for me," I hugged her. “Don’t be silly. It is not an issue at all, Selanene is dear to me, so I will always take my time off work to take care of her,” she said, brushing off my gratitude. Julia had moved to Weretopia two years ago. She said she needed a new environment and thought Weretopia was the best place for that exploration.

"I hope you have been enjoying your stay here, Lady Juliet." "Yes. Though Dacria is very different from my home city, I find this place really fascinating." Julie said. For some reason, she felt at ease with her, just like how she felt towards Elijah when she first met him. They were both unintimidating. Was it because of their soft eyes and warm smiles? "This city is definitely a magnificent place. I am exceptionally in awe of the snow and how beautifully it enhances the scenery here. We never get it looking this way back where I came from." "I am pleased to know that, Your Highness. If you feel bored, feel free to visit me, alright? I can be your company if you ever choose to have a spin a

Julius looked at her for a moment. “Six hundred pages,” he said. “Move.” “In four months.” “Julius.” “What genre?” Julie opened her mouth. Closed it. “Romance,” she said. His face did something that was not a smirk but was in the direction of one. “So you believe in it.” “In what.” “Romance.” “I write about it. That’s different from believing in it.” “Is it?” “Yes. Surgeons write about anatomy. Doesn’t mean they’re made of bones.” She looked at Victoria. “Tell me why I engage with him.”