Julia Rehwald Age Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 12 ZYLIAH'S POV "Hi, I'm Julia. Julia Fawn." The cheerful auburn-haired realtor, wearing the warmest smile and hazel eyes that held a wise, keen gleam of intelligence, extended her hand for a handshake. Her welcoming demeanor coaxed a genuinely warm smile from me as I reached out and accepted her handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Fawn." I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "I'm Zyliah. Zyliah Davis."

Natalia asked when we noticed the look of interest in Li-lah's eyes. "That's Maria Cruz." Julia said "If you don't mind me asking. doesn't she like mixing with others? Why is she there alone?" "Tsk! She thinks herself high and mighty. That everyone is beneath her. I'm already so pissed talking about her. let's got back to why we were talking about. How old are you?" Julia asked. "I'm 28 years old." "¿28 años de edad? And married with a child that big? you must have gotten married at an early age." Julia stated. Li-lah just gave a weak smile.

Still, this ache seemed to settle. She took another photo, one that clearly depicted the woman Adrian had cheated with. Julia Hall. Twenty-six years old. A junior associate at Beckett Holdings. Young, fresh, with a soft smile but sharp mind. Julia had wide brown eyes and a laugh Sophie had heard once at a company dinner, bright and unguarded, the kind of laugh that made strangers turn their heads. Sophie could almost understand it Sophie chuckled—it seemed Adrian wasn’t even aware that he had a type, because Julia Hall was exactly what Sophie used to be, years ago, back when she and Adrian were just college students.

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

I had to find a way to make him understand I wasn't there to deceive or hurt him, but maybe that was impossible. "Well, I'm going to talk even if you won't because I think it will help untie the constant knot in my stomach," I began. "Again, my name is Juliana, and I'm eighteen years old." He didn't budge or seem moved by what I said. "I come from the Gold Valley Pack. My father is Alpha Anderson."

“I don’t need you.” Twenty minutes later. “I’m telling you, she wants me.” Roman snorted, swirling whiskey in his glass. “The woman works at a sex club, Kai. She flirts with everyone, it's literally her job.” Kai smirked. “Yeah, but she flirts with me the most.” “And I’m sure she would flirt me too if I was straight.” Juliana leaned back in her chair, raising an eyebrow. “How old is she?” Kai grinned wider. “Forty-two.”

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Observing the restlessness in his chest, Julia reassured him, “I’m not as inexperienced as you might think. No need to be so tense.” Jared’s brow furrowed at her words. “Experienced, are you?” His voice carried a hint of skepticism. After all, wasn’t she involved with Carter? How could she make such a claim? Initially, Julia had intended to maintain a modest and unassuming facade, but her words had inadvertently portrayed a different image due to Jared’s palpable nervousness. “Don’t let my young age deceive you; I’ve gained ample experience. I’ve faced numerous challenges and can confidently say I’ve seen it all,” Julia declared.

“You’ve been involved in every single phase of the project and know the mechanics inside out. I want you to represent our team on stage for the main presentation.” “Alright,” I replied, forcing a crisp nod. “Victoria, you have no idea how excited I am to go back,” Julian shared as we packed our gear. “I wonder if my daughter has missed me.” “You have a daughter?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “Yeah! She’s seven now, just about to start the first grade. Look, she’s absolutely adorable.” Julian pulled out his phone to show me his daughter’s photos—from when she was a few months old, to one, to two. Every single image carefully recorded her growth.

“How old are you?” “21.” I nodded with a smile, “I would like to see where you work, Julia.”