Julia London Books Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Few inches to collide with her bouncy back and arms. "Princess, I have seen many of a lady to slide their drinks to their boyfriends and making excuses to go to washroom just to talk to Jane. He is a good and a bad man." Julien's eyes shot around the room. Fucking organised. Books were scattered on her table. Laptop half open. The beds were wearing boring colour of sheets. The second nickname he gave her was when his anger mixed with satisfaction like a mud and water. Monica's hands flew opened the box she piled up with books. Her books. She had her job lying on them. "You read too much books" Julien hands gripped one of my books. Which she bought by working at a cafe for five months.

Leading the way into the living room, she added, "And there's a couple of new radio shows that debuted last month. Nothing that stands out though. I think you're right. I miss Alias Jimmy Valentine too." "Oh! Not there, please, Lily! Those have to go back to the library." With an annoyed flick of a brow, Lily lifted her coffee mug to give Evelyn time to move the books aside. "The Roman Revolution. Diplomacy," she commented drily, tilting her head to one side, reading the titles along the book spines. "The Empire of the Steppes. The Wimsey Papers. Why can't you just read Agatha Christie like everyone else?"

The private record of her kitchen was about to become global history. Julian walked into the sitting room. He wore a dark sweater, the sleeves pushed up. The press machinery of the last two days had finally quieted. Tomorrow, they were flying home to Cedar Falls. He saw her face. He walked over and sat down beside her on the sofa. "The editor called," Aurora said. "The pre-orders," Julian said. It was not a question. "Yes," she said. "They are repositioning the book. It isn't just a memoir anymore. It's a major literary event."

“He likes to pretend I don’t exist. But I always come back to ruin his peace.” That made Lucy laugh, genuinely. “I can already tell.” “I like you,” Julia said, throwing an arm around Lucy’s shoulders as they started to walk down the balcony together. “Tell me everything. Who are you? What book were you reading? And how did my grumpy brother drag you into this place?” Lucy’s smile faded just a little, her grip tightening on the book. “It’s… a long story.” Julia glanced at her and nodded slowly. “Then we’ve got time. Come on, let’s find coffee. Or wine. I think this place has both.”

After that, Julia's voice replied, “Yes, I just came back two days ago. Then Sue's voice returned, “Julia, you have many years of experience in bookies worldwide. You must have quite a skill at setting the table, right?” Then Julia replied, “I don't dare to be there. I've never made the top five on a cruise ship, but at the Elite Garden, I daresay no one beats me." Sue Windsor said, “That's been great. My Julia has a way of making a lot of money. I was wondering if you are interested.

Slowly, I raised my head up and saw Julia and Gwendolyn standing with their arms folded. I closed the book and removed the earphones from my ears. "Hi?" That came out as a question because I was confused about their presence here. "She said "hi"." Julia said and both of them snickered. I frowned slightly with my brows furrowed. What's the problem? I wondered. Julia bent to my eye level and snatched the book from my hand, and pretended to go through the book. "A werewolf romance? Girl, ewww! You're so fucking gross." She said, with her face contorted in a disgusting expression.

Even the garden had guards near the gates. But the library felt… neutral. Large windows faced the back lawn, sunlight spilling across a long wooden table in the center of the room. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, dark shelves filled with titles about finance, politics, history, and business strategies. Not exactly light reading. I ran my fingers along the spine of one thick book and pulled it out. “Corporate Acquisition Strategy.” I snorted quietly. “Of course.” Julian’s taste in books was exactly what I expected.

His eyes were sharp like he was in a meeting. "The London stock market just opened, " Silas said. He put the coffee down. Started tapping on his tablet. The screen behind Avery came to life showing the market data. "Some company from Delaware is buying up the shares from the Sterling distribution network. Marcus found out that the company is connected to Julian's partner." Avery did not react. She took a sip of her coffee feeling the heat wake her up. "They want to buy the rights to my books. They think they can do this because the books were published by my family's company."