Julia Rehwald Age Novels & Stories

I will keep her a secret to satisfy me when I need release. I make my way back downstairs and see Harris’ mate Jules and daughter Rachel. Rachel just turned 18 years old and didn’t find her mate on her birthday. Come to think of it, I don’t remember Rebel there being an 18th birthday for her either. “Alpha Cullen! We are so excited to have you here for dinner in our humble home.” Jules says. Honestly, her voice is nauseating but with a tight smile I reply, “It’s certainly an interesting evening.”

She huffed out of annoyance but did not try to correct me. “I’m celebrating my birthday tonight with my friends. They were the ones who pointed you out when you had just walked in. I’m twenty-five.” Julia said, and I smiled at her. I was bad, but I wasn’t that bad. If it was her birthday, I was going to make sure she enjoyed the rest of the night.

Julia let out. “I did, Jules. We are okay now. She’s mated to my brother. I don’t want to be her enemy. What will we gain? Whether we like it or not, we will continue to see each other. even before that, I really didn’t hold it against her. She's young. A lot of young people make mistakes,” I explained. “Young? How old is she? Ten? Sixteen? She’s a grown-ass woman. Stop making excuses for her. She can’t be younger than twenty,”

Hilda was also shocked. From Juliana's words, she could hear her desolation and helplessness. She didn't know how Juliana and Alban got together and got married. Juliana was about thirty five years old this year. For a successful movie star, this was still her golden age. She was also at the pinnacle of her career, so it was a bit weird that she would suddenly get married. Was she after Alban's power and influence?

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.

She blushed as she tasted the perfectly saturated tea. "You're welcome, sweetheart." Raya cringed heavily at how he was using a formal tone with the girl. Kohl gave her a naughty smile, she rolled her eyes so high up that they reached the sky. "What's your name and how old are you, sweetie?" "I am Julia and I'm 19 years old, Mister." She says. "Nineteen? You barely look fifteen." "Ah. I've got a lot of that in my teenage life." Kohl laughs heartily, more or less laughing too much than necessary. Raya takes a sharp breath in, seeing Kohl scoot closer to the girl.

The voice continued: “Do you have any idea how long thirty-seven years feels when everyone keeps calling you a possibility?” Current Elena could not move. A figure appeared inside the white point. Sixteen years old. Blonde hair. Freckles. The girl from the photograph. Julia Hart looked directly at Elena. Not a ghost. Not a memory. A person. And she was furious. “You didn't kill me, Elena.” Elena’s eyes filled. Julia smiled without warmth. “You did something worse.” The white point cracked open. “You chose a world where nobody had to admit I survived.”

I chuckled, pushing the memory aside as I focused on the dress in front of me. "Are you sure this will go with this?" I asked Julia, folding my hand across my chest as I stared at the red heels she was holding. "Let me do what I know how to do best," Julia teased and I raised my hand in surrender. I turned 28 today. And this doesn’t feel like just any birthday. It feels like stepping into a new chapter—one filled with so much more. I’m happier. My kids are safe and healthy. The man I love is right by my side, and the people I care about are all doing great, Honestly, what more could I ask for?

When they finally released each other, Julia lowered her gaze, her voice quiet but firm. “No, Sheldon,” she said softly. “You don’t owe me anything. I owe you and Mum and Dad an apology. I shouldn’t have gone back to the Reynolds. I should’ve known better.” Sheldon looked at her, his eyes full of sadness and guilt. “Julia…” But she didn’t let him continue. She shook her head and smiled faintly. “I left the people who truly loved me, thinking blood meant loyalty. But I was wrong.” ********************* Sixteen years ago, when she was just three, Julia wasn’t a Reynolds at all. She was just a quiet girl from the orphanage, thin and shy, but with eyes that carried warmth.

I take a good long whiff of her scent as I stare into her chocolate brown eyes. “Her name is Julia. She is not pregnant. It has been more than six weeks since she has been with a lover. Her blood type would be O positive. She more muscle than body fat, so her weight is around one hundred and fifty four pounds. She uses natural deodorant but puts products in her hair. She also has a thing for sweets” I state evenly. I walk back to the good doctor and push the clip board into his chest. He fumbles as he takes it from me but immediately starts to write down what I said.