Julia Stiles Young Novels & Stories

“I thought you will be too occupied to take the trip and your father too. I don’t think he will want you to come here, not when he knows that I am a werewolf.” “I am not a teenager anymore Marcus, I am thirty eight and I now live on my own with my wife and my four year old daughter,” Stiles said. “Wow, you already have a daughter,” I said in surprise. “Yes, I do. I invited you to come celebrate with me but you turned me down,” he replied. “When was the last time we saw each other again? That was six years ago at my wedding ceremony which was also the last time Eddie saw his daughter.”

"The picture she painted is a lie." The camera operator gives us a countdown, and then Jennifer is looking directly into the lens. "Good evening. I'm Jennifer Morrison, and tonight we have an exclusive interview with Riley Pila, the woman at the center of a media firestorm that began this morning when Victoria Sterling held a press conference alleging that Miss Pila relationships to billionaire Brett Graham is fraudulent."

“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.

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.

Julia nodded smiling and slowly closed her eyes back to rest. "Here are the reports miss" Joyce said gently placing a stack of documents on Juliet's table. Juliet nodded and waved her away still concentrating on the file she was reading. Joyce bowed a little and left, as soon as she left Juliet grabbed the documents and began to go through the profiles of the staffs carefully. Then she found Julia ownand pulled it out of the lot with an evil grin. Name: Julia Bacock Age:30 Area of study: Finance Address: flat 305 Adrina complex

in Julia's tone caught everyone off guard. Unperturbed, Julia expanded upon her earlier declaration, her voice audacious and unapologetic. "I sought after Jared's wealth and aspired to become the mistress of this estate. And not only that, I've formulated a cunning plan over the past few days. I sedated Jared, engaged in a physical relationship with him, and subsequently manipulated conception, ensuring he wouldn't be able to extricate himself from me." Julia's confession left Yannie and the others gaping. They had encountered shameless individuals before, but Julia's brazenness in openly and unabashedly voicing her intentions was beyond their wildest expectations.

She whispered conspiratorially. Stiles couldn't believe his ears. " What do you mean? She was laying limp a few minutes ago." Julia snorted, " It was just an act, she begged Dr. Bart not to inform you." Stiles' face contorted into a beastly mode and he stalked towards the hospital, they made a fool out of him. He should have known that the old man couldn't be trusted. Julia ran after him, " Please don't tell Dr. Bart anything, he will fire me!" She begged.

Julia buried her special day into the ground and set her happiness on fire. Stacy could not get over this pain sooner, and it had to burn her until she did not make Julia cry in blood. Besides the dress Timothy gifted her, she viciously chose to wear it to make her feel awful. How could it be that Julia did not know that the new dress was sent to her by her fiance as a gift before the engagement? She was venomous. Stacy gaze at Julia with wounded eyes and gave a tight-lipped smile with a small nod. Soon, the score would be settled between them. She would make Julia lick her feet, otherwise, she would not be called Stacy Rutten, and she was the legal daughter.

Poppy whispers angrily and holds her hand, stopping her from continuing. “Fine…fine.” My attention is taken by the girl who tried to kiss Colt when we arrived. She walks in and takes a seat at the end of the table. A brown‑haired girl with dark eyes. “Who is that?” I ask Poppy, since Colt barely gave me anything last night when I asked him about her. “That’s Julia. Rodrick’s youngest daughter.” “The general old man with a scar?” She nods. Suddenly, right in front of us, Skye sits. She crosses her arms as she stares at Poppy and Lotus, and then her eyes land on me.

Chastity and Julian arrived at the home of Jennifer ‘Jen’ Ayers. She was a fashion heiress. Her mother was a famous fashion designer. She had long brown hair. It was almost the same shade as Cassandra Beaumont’s – and just as long, too. She wore a long, red dress that hugged her very slender frame. Jen appeared to be in her late twenties. Jen kissed Julian on the cheek as she greeted him. “Darling, I haven’t seen you since September. You didn’t even come to my Halloween party.”