Julia London Author Novels & Stories

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.

she mumbled in the wind. Why does she keep on dreaming about those things? Julia recalled that when she woke up from the hospital, she thought her name was Leticia. Just a thought or maybe she is the reincarnation of Leticia? She shook her head. She does not believe in reincarnation and other unproven things. “Ma’am Julia, young master wants you to come into his chamber.” “Damn reports!” She reluctantly jumped out of bed. She took her pen and book. Julia did not knock on the door. “Let’s make this quick.” Joshua turned on the PC pocket 2000 to browse the internet.

But this, this was definitely not a coincidence. I knew that London’s pen name was A.L Maya and I knew the name of the only book she had ever published. The title stared back at me accusingly. How dare I have the audacity to not think about her every waking second. March Madness by A.L Maya sat at the very top of the small pile in my arms. “how do you have this book?” I asked in a voice that didn’t sound like mine. Miss Fuscia glanced at the book and then at me. “I don’t know. We just picked random books from upcoming authors.”

Today, he felt taller. The Davidsons were here. William and Julia—Chelsea money, soon to resettle on a private island in the Whitsundays. It was Julia’s birthday. William intended to buy the memory that would travel with them. He cut a clean figure in navy Armani, classic Ivy cut, a golfer’s calm and a punter’s grin. She moved with a ballerina’s grace the world had denied her—long lines, blonde hair tied with a pale blue ribbon—Geelong by birth, London by reinvention, love by accident in a hospital cafeteria twelve years and two daughters ago.

Hell, I wasn’t even officially anything. “This is Isla, our visual merchandiser from the London office,” he said smoothly to a circle of Eleanor Rowe executives from New York and Milan. He didn’t have to do that. This was a party where no one cared who you were unless your name was worth Googling or your dress cost more than their monthly mortgage. But every time Julian said my name, it was like he’d pulled out a chair for me at the big kids’ table. “Oh?” A silver-haired woman from Milan arched a perfectly sculpted brow. Her white linen dress from the summer collection draped flawlessly over her shoulders. “London must have quite a high bar for someone your age to handle the visuals for a fl

That newspaper had been collected and displayed in the Amberford Hall—because the headline featured seven-year-old Julian winning a competition meant for twelve-year-olds. No one told her about Julian’s past, and it was the first time she saw traces of his childhood. She wanted to read more. So she took the newspaper from the glass case and unfolded it, only to see a familiar name—and that photograph—on another page. She had tried searching for Lilieth online before, but very little information came up. It only said that she was once an actress, had won multiple awards, got married, and later passed away. Her entire life was summarized in just a few sentences.

And everything looks like they cost an arm and a leg. "The Capital" turned out to be a small, private lane, not far from the strip Mason and I were staying. Julia's building looks rather…decrepit on the outside, but absolutely gorgeous on the inside. I think she deliberately wants to disguise it. I collapse into the sofa opposite Julia and jump back to my feet once more, too nervous to stay in one place. Julia's intense stare doesn't help either. "So, how did you get entangled with the almighty Mason Lachlan?"

I nod as the elevator doors open, and he takes my hand, pulling me inside. Riley Julia is so many things. Beautiful, kind, brave, strong, but above all else, she is a complete mind-blow. With my lifestyle, my business... my money, I've met every kind of woman that you can imagine and yet, I've never met a woman like her. I've had more than one woman chase me solely for financial gain, even had women try to rinse me when they already have money themselves but still want more. But Julia has nothing; no home, no car, no job and no money.

-Lyra The response came almost immediately. Julian: Excellent! Friday through Sunday. Fly out Friday morning, return Sunday evening. I have meetings to attend, but I'd love to show you the collection myself. Looking forward to it. -J Lyra stared at those words. She was doing this. She was actually going to London with Julian Ashford. She was going to prove to herself that she could live a normal life. That she could be interested in someone who didn't make her feel like she was drowning. Her phone buzzed again.

When he saw his daughter all dressed up, Antonio couldn't help but praise her, “My gosh, Jilian, you're definitely the most beautiful girl in Sicily!” Julia said in disgust, “I'm not a girl from Sicily. I was born in New York, and I've spent less than six months of my life in Sicily! I don't want anything to do with that place!” Antonio's lips curled slightly as he chuckled, “Jilian, you're still young. One day, you'll be proud to have Sicilian blood flowing through your veins, just like me!” Julia said with a look of disgust, “Then I'd rather go to the hospital and have all the blood in my body replaced!”