Julia Rehwald Age Novels & Stories

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.

I was curious about my cost but got distracted when I heard Julia scream as a large man with a huge belly and long brown hair pulled back in a man bun pulled by her long dirty blond hair. Julia had the cell next to me with 5 other girls. Being the oldest but still looking 16 at 25 she had been working at the brothel since she was 9 years old. She told me once of the story of her virginity auction. She only ever told that story once, a night where a “client” had gotten her drunk and high. She returned to the cells completely gone.

Julia said, coming to stand beside me. They complied with her orders instantly and lifted my bags like they weighed nothing. Julia chuckled at my shocked state and patted my shoulder. "That's Kevin and Tim, they do the brawny work." She told me. I nodded in response, turning to look at her. Julia was old, she looked to be in her mid-sixties. Her hair was a fine mix of white strands hiding among sleek black hair that was tied in a bun. She was shorter than I was and standing next to her felt like standing next to Grams.

It feels too soon to be falling for him so quickly, doesn’t it? Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I jump out of my reverie. “He is good with the kids,” Julia says as she stands close to me with her hands folded on her chest. “Yes, he is.” When I first met Julia, I thought she was too hard and solemn to care for these children. However, through the years of working with her, I’ve come to realize that her tough exterior hides a heart as soft as a mushroom. She’s a kind-hearted woman who lost her husband to war. At 48 years old, with her lean body, bronze skin, and dark eyes, she’s a beauty.

he said cupping the side of Julia's face. "Let's take things one day at a time. I am no longer that naive girl she knew from ten months ago. I will not fall for her tricks. I am Mr Johan's daughter. I am a true Haward. Let me handle her. Woman to woman," Julia said making Jason smile. "Are you sure about this?" Jason asked happy about Julia's boldness but still worried about her.

He stared at her in confusion as if thinking Julia must have finally lost it. I can't believe Julia just tried to flirt with our Grim Reaper brother here, I mean, how old is she? She just basically stated that she can never die, how old does that make her? Our Jason here will be how much now? 28? 29? 30? Dunno. Lost track. When Jason doesn't reply, Julia's smile fades, only then does Jason finally speak. "Is there... a... a bug in your head?" WHAT? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

TYBERIAS' POV (tie-beer-ius) "What have you got?" "Juliana Hernandez: 22 years old, has a 2year old sister, works at Café Rouge, both parents are still alive however her father is unemployed and her mother hasn't visited them in a couple years." "Okay. You can go now." I said to Adams before he scurried off out of my office. I punched the bridge of my nose as I sighed deeply. Ever since I saw Juliana last night, I haven't been able to get her out of my head since and I fùcking hated it.

Julia Love 27 years old 5’4” tall, shoe size 6, cup size DDD, waist 32 inches Parents: Nancy Love and Jacob Harris Siblings: none Significant others: Ray Moore James Wilson Birthday June 27 Address: XXXX Jackson St, New Orleans, Louisiana XXXXX apt: 1301 Phone number: XXX-XXX-XXXX Worked: Oak Hills High-school as senior English teacher Plains Capital Banks as a teller Currently employed by: Mackenzie Realtor’s office Son: James Love 2 years old Birthday March 27 Father: unknown Babysitter Tricia Carleton I sent Walter an email back asking if he would be able to get a sample of her son for a DNA test. He emailed back that he would bribe the babysitter. I laid back down on the bed and looked a

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

Or maybe she was the one that had changed so much. She walked over and sat down next to her mom. Helen sat on Reese’s lap on the oversized lounger. With a very fatherly gesture, he pulled Jolene into a gentle embrace. “A little overwhelming?” “Yes.” Jolene admitted with a small laugh. “I know Colleen and Willow. Gina.” She was looking around and putting names on the faces that she recognized. “I think that’s Yulia’s daughter, but I’m not sure.” Reese nodded. “That’s Reba.”