Julia Stiles Young Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

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.”

Stacy was draped over his arm, giggling. As I stepped out, Julian didn’t even look at me. He just held out a hand for the folders. "About time. Did you get the citations right for Stacy? She’s a pre-med major, Vivienne. If she fails, it’s on you." I looked at the folders. Then I looked at Julian. In my mind’s eye, I saw the secret suitor I had spent years rejecting—Xavier Thorne, the silent titan of New York—standing over my grave with the only look of genuine grief I’d ever received.

"That's a lot of firsts for one night." "My roommate convinced me to live a little." Julia took another sip of water, feeling the alcohol buzz settling into a pleasant warmth. "I've been sheltered my whole life. Homeschooled. Religious parents. They still think I'm in my dorm room studying right now." "Are you?" Mikal's eyes glinted with amusement. "Studying?" "I'm definitely learning something." Julia surprised herself with the flirtation in her voice. Who was this girl? Not Julia Morrison from the conservative household. Not the good daughter who'd never questioned or rebelled. Someone new. Someone braver.

He slapped harder than the last, knocking out two of her teeth. “You are absolutely ridiculous, woman! If you don’t know anything, then just shut up. Do you even know who she is? She’s the youngest daughter of the head of the Stoermer family in Michigan! She’s an actual princess in this country, yet you call her a scammer? You really do have a death wish, don’t you?” “What?” “The princess of the Stoermer family of Michigan? You… you’re Miss Xyla Stoermer?’