Julia Stiles Young Novels & Stories

They stared at Henry, then snapped their gazes back to me, looking back and forth, as if trying to process what they had just heard. "Wait, Henry... Mom?" Marcus asked, unable to stop his eyebrows from shooting up. "How does that even work? She looks younger than us!" "She's still a student!" Jace chimed in. Henry slammed the ice bucket down onto the bar table with just enough force to make a sharp clatter, a sound that made my heart leap in my chest. He crossed his arms and looked at me, a cruel, mocking smirk carving into his lips as he stared directly into my eyes.

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!"

The one that felt like a fever dream now. "No," I whispered. "He did not." Liam leaned closer. "What…" "Jay released the video!" His eyes widened for a second before amusement took over. "Oh, that timing is actually genius." I scrolled through comments. "So this is how you catch billionaires. Please open a masterclass, sis." "Not Emily breaking the internet twice in one week." "She dumped Mason mid-tour and came back to Liam. I stan." "That video. That kiss. The dress. She’s LA royalty now."

It isn't difficult to guess what she was playing at. “Why don't you say that to your Uncle dearest?” Her smile was so wicked and there was a little hint of jealousy. It wasn't a secret that my auntie dearest made Mr Young my uncle whether I wanted it or not. And Miranda Stewart being the cousin of the school principal’s wife isn't helping, whatever she wants she gets it. And what she wanted is information on the students so that she could use it to her own amusement. Like torturing and making fun of her so called friends which is super cliche. In short, Miranda Stewart is a walking cliche. “Mr Young I didn't see you there” Lies. She smiled in what seemed like a seductively shy way, She nudge

"Why now, Julian? Why did she walk into the press conference yesterday?" Julian’s jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticked visibly beneath his skin. He looked down at the empty crystal glass in his hand, his knuckles stark white. "Because Stellan finally had something to lose," Julian rasped, the grim reality settling heavily over the room. "He had his reputation. He had his empire. But most importantly... he had you. She saw the press conference. She saw that he was finally, genuinely happy. And Stacy is a monster who cannot stand to see her broken toys put back together."

Jennifer knew now: Julian was not a god; he was merely a puppet that could be destroyed. Several weeks passed since the dreadful incident at Julian’s mansion. Julian was secretly treated, hiding his bruises and his humiliation. Meanwhile, Jennifer Jones worked hard to forget the horror, focusing all her energy on her career. Her latest film, "The Return of Dan Star," produced by Sterling Media, finally premiered. With a renowned director and a strong script, the film instantly became a sensation, smashing box office records in its first week.

Sixteen years of age, Julia Watson gathered herself for the first day of high school. She ran into the shower, threw on her attire, plain black jeans, a crop top with anima designs, grabbed her book bag, and ran downstairs to see her best friend Abigail Mabel waiting for her in the living room. As she tossed her beautiful blond hair to the side, I could tell those curls took her all morning, dark blue jeans with a black Nike crop top hoodie. Looking gorgeous as ever, meanwhile, I look like a 5-year-old that's obsessed with anima, but I just don't really care. I kissed my mom farewell, and we both left for school.

“No. You can get better. There’s physical therapy, right? And surgery. There must be something.” Julia just smiled in her ever-loving way. “It will be okay. I still have you.” She reached out her hand and Camille, hesitantly, took it, realizing that both their worlds had collapsed in one night. Caleb rapped on the door, softly. They had found out that the building belonged to a man named Bill Young, but a young woman answered. She didn’t look to be more than twenty. She was brunette and wore a plain, white dress that didn’t contain enough fabric for a modest shirt. Her eyelids were dark with shadow and mascara. She looked them up and down. “What can I do for you?”

"No! Don't tell him! He doesn't know what I'm like at school. I'm a total goodie-two-shoes at home!" I smirked. Finally, the upper hand. There was no way I'd let some freshman manipulate me. "Fine, Mister Stink!" She huffed, shooting me a glare. "You saw who was bothering me last night, right?" I frowned. "Those thugs? Your brother could've handled them himself. Why did he need me?" "Because they're more dangerous than they look." Julia shook her head. "The leader's the heir of the Youngkin family, one of the Astergrad Four. He's my classmate, and he's been harassing me since my first day here."

Before I can breathe, she’s on me, arms around my neck, squealing, “Oh my God, look at you! You’re a walking sin!” I hug her back like she’s oxygen. For a second the noise fades, the cameras, the whispers, the fear. Just Stella’s perfume and her excited babble in my ear. “I’ve missed you so much! Why haven’t you answered my texts? And this dress—girl, I’m jealous.” I open my mouth to answer, but my eyes betray me. They slide past her shoulder, searching, desperate. Julian. He’s twenty feet away, arm around Valencia’s waist. She’s in ivory silk, flawless, laughing at something he whispers. They look like the perfect couple on a magazine cover.