Julia Stiles Young Novels & Stories

That was the first time I turned. I can remember the event as if it were only yesterday. The moon was shining, deadly silence filled the bayou where I lived. The broken corpses of my parents lie in front of me just a few feet away. I was sobbing and holding my mother’s lifeless hand. That’s when she emerged. The entity I would come to know as my wolf soul — Stella.

Mya looked. “So what about the events that are taking place before the wedding?” She asked. “What do you mean?” “You know, the bachelorette party?” Julia chuckled. “I’m just going to have a few girls over for lunch.” “Boring,” Mya said. “What girls?” Amy asked. Julia thought for a moment. “Ella Meir, a nurse I work with. Crissy Lauder, a good friend of mine since high school, and Marium Flemming, Jason’s mom. That’s just about it. I don’t know anyone else and I don’t want to do it big.”

Her team was shocked and her manager Mary said, "Ma'am, he is not an experienced model. How can we select him?" "Mary! His face is perfect for my campaign. I am just giving him a part. So, he is selected". Juliana said in a bossy tone. "Yes, ma'am". Mary replied. Mary called models to tell them they got selected. Juliana stopped in a popular restaurant to get cake for his father as it was her parents' wedding anniversary. Though her real mom was not alive, she celebrated it every year to remember her mother. As she was picking up cake, she saw Adrian and Alice, sitting at a table opposite to each other. Infact, they were holding hands which was clearly visible because their hands were on the

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.

It was mainly things I already knew. 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

Ryan says calmly his voice laced with so much sadness, at that moment the door swings open, revealing a very pissed off Juliana, “You killed my son!!!!! You whore!!! He loved you, he stupidly followed you to that place and you killed him! Bring back my son!!!” Juliana says as she stormed towards me, Stiliyan swiftly moves to my front, preventing Juliana from moving any forward, “Have you lost your damn mind? You brought my daughter into your shady family business, she almost got killed! And trust me Juliana I am really sorry about the loss of your son, but you do not have the audacity to come into my home and accuse my daughter of nothing, you and Pablo brought this upon yourselves!!”

Stella said coldly, "I'm not Jaylene. Don't try your flattery on me, and don't blame me if my words get harsh." Julia's face turned a mix of green and white. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't get a word out. The elevator arrived at the seventh floor, and Wren, Julia, and the others stepped out. Stella, expressionless, closed the elevator doors. Once the doors were fully shut, Julia looked up, her face openly showing her resentment. "She just got lucky being born into the right family. People call her Ms. Hall and she really thinks she's something!"

“This might be my best birthday yet.” “Who is she?” I asked before I could stop myself. “Clara Denise,” Jay answered, suddenly serious. “Heiress to Denise Media. Family friends.” “She’s... beautiful,” I muttered. Sophia’s grin widened knowingly. “You sound threatened. Are you?” I forced a smile and grabbed a glass of champagne. “I’m here to have fun. That’s what I’m going to do.” And I tried. God knows, I tried. I danced with Jay. Laughed with Sophia. Took selfies with strangers. I even caught Mason across the room and gave him a casual wave.

"You knew this was going to happen." Julian sat across from me, his deep blue eyes calm and knowing. "I know who you are, Harper Romano. And I know all about the Sterlings." His voice was level. "Your past doesn't change the future I see for us." I froze. "You... you've known from the beginning?" "I've known since the night of the charity gala." Julian picked up his own whiskey. "Eldest daughter of the Romano family, former fiancée of the Sterling heir, the star of a scandalous wedding. That information wasn't hard to find."

Everyone surrounded her with shocked expressions on their faces. "Please allow me to introduce our guest." Awkwardly, Miley put her hands on top of one another and posed them before her. A stiff but courteous smile came across her face. "This is the king of Kontina's only daughter, Princess Yuliana Stewart." Everyone was flabbergasted. Not a sound could be heard. Alyssa and Jasper looked at one another. Even Alyssa, who had witnessed many major aspects of life, gaped in surprise.