Julia Stiles Young Novels & Stories

“I’ll run into the Central Library to see people today, I need to find out something. The librarian thought, not looking up from the monitor. Julia looked at the sleeping Alud. She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, afraid to disturb the wounded man. Her light beige dress pressed into the soft bed, creating clear folds at the hips, smoothly turning into a thin waist. Her crossed legs in black shoes were hidden under the fabric of the dress, just above the knees. Dark, shiny hair, like a monk's hood, fell over her shoulders, reaching a little to her shoulder blades, revealing only small areas between thick strands. A thin, delicate neck was wrapped around a composite hoop of reddish wood and

Sterling. Julian Sterling was thirty years old. He wasn't an "old" man, but he had a power that the boys at her college didn't have. He didn't play video games or wear baggy hoodies. He wore suits that cost more than Lila’s tuition. He had dark hair that was perfectly cut and eyes that looked like they knew every secret she was hiding. He was a man in his prime, and for the last three weeks, Lila had spent every day imagining what those large, tanned hands would feel like on her skin. "He's ready for you, Lila," the receptionist said, her voice snapping Lila out of her daze.

Liza asked who knew where I was and unfortunately she started to approach me. "Wow, how small is this world?" The question that came out with that sly smile made me a little annoyed. However, I couldn't reply at all. "Do you know her?” The short hair girl asked Liza. I just hope she doesn’t say anything. "Yes, I know him. Her name is Tamara and she is my middle school friend,” she explained with a scornful look at me. "Oh nice to meet you. My name is Alexi and this one is Maria. Do you want to be friends with us too?”

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?”

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.

My stomach twisted. “Oh my goodness, Felicia was right… she is so pretty. She looks like Latina Ariana grande with curly hair and hazel eyes. Her body is just like Tyla's. Also the bodyguards? She must be a rich kid,” Julia whispered beside me. “And the biker guy didn’t even glance at you. Wow...men". I want to go...away...out of here.

Hayes, standing in the reception area, talking quietly with Lila. Julian’s wife didn’t belong in this world of deadlines and corporate politics. She looked like she’d just stepped off a magazine cover—cream silk blouse, pearls, the kind of confidence that didn’t come from practice but from birthright. Her smile was as cold as ever. She didn’t see me at first, but I kept my head down, praying for invisibility.

Lester says in addition. I cross my arms in silence. I don't know what to respond to his words with. I’m still quite curious about what Ryle is working on, even though I don't quite have the right to know what it is. To distract myself from the unhealthy overthinking, I turn to Lester who’s just swaying his head to the jazz playing on the stereo. “Why? You must've expected somebody who's somewhat a daughter of a billionaire too,” I say confidently. “Well, no. I’m just an inner-city high schooler with an unfortunate past, yes.” “Damn, Stella. Your words sting.”