Novel & Cerita Julian Ambrose

It fed into the family’s collective hatred of Caleb. Julian’s face went through a series of micro-expressions before settling into a cold mask. "A Knight? Under our roof?" He turned to Caleb, his disgust now visceral. "No wonder she has those eyes. The eyes of a loser." Julian set his drink down on a side table. "If that’s the case, I want to see the documentation. I want to see her Spanish passport and the work visa you filed. I’ll run them through my own contacts at the embassy. If she’s even a drop of his blood, I want to ensure she’s not a legal liability before Lucien decides to... finish what the car crash started."

Alessandro's dad said Isabella got off his lap and headed over to the table picking up a small knife and he followed smacking her ass, also picking up a small knife. Isabella came towards me stroking the knife up and down my cheek gently. "I wish we could've been best friends you were really nice to me Sandra it's a shame you had to get involved with the wrong people" I held my breath once she jammed the small knife into my right arm causing me to let out an ear-piercing scream. "Fuck!" I cried, tears falling from my face. I was trying my best to stay strong in this situation but I had a feeling I was never getting out, nobody knew where I was and I didn't even know where I was and I was bar

She distinctly remembered that Adam had been present with Julian when she explained the situation. “Yes, ma’am,” Rena replied, nodding earnestly. “You got—” Her sentence was cut short as her gaze landed on a familiar figure. Her eyes widened in shock. “M-Mr. Julian?!” she blurted, quickly standing. “Good afternoon, sir!” Despite being “just” an assistant, Julian held significant influence as the personal assistant to the CEO. Even in Adam’s absence, people treated him with respect, sometimes even reverence.

Lincoln said with a serious tone of voice causing the mischievous smile on Fabian's lips to disappear and he looks at Lincoln seriously. "Okay, I'm telling you this in all seriousness, Lincoln. I don't care if you're my brother and my mate, but as far as I know, werewolves are naturally born horny and love having sex with their mates. I do love sex too, I fucked both men and women before." Fabian said to Lincoln and I don't know if he's being serious right now or he's teasing my brother again. But then I remember all those men and women in the Abbey, those young men were sacristans while those young women in there were nuns and it looks like they were all under intense hypnotism. Now I know

Marcela was the first to open her mouth and ask lily, who was feebly leaning her body in Kelly's embrace. "It is just as you heard auntie, the child in Lily's belly is mine," Kelly said. He did not shy away nor was he afraid this will reflect badly on his reputation. He had already made up his mind that today, he must leave with this woman. There is no way he would accept her to heartbreak him and walk away unscathed. "Who are you?" Marcela asked coldly. "Hi auntie, I am Kelly Leonard Junior, alpha of Ash band pack." Kelly introduced himself.

Julia I staggered, my vision spinning, my legs barely holding me up. I caught the wall just in time, trying to breathe through the dizziness. “Julia?” I heard the voice but my head was pounding too much to process it. Then a hand caught my arm, steadying me. I looked up, squinting through the blur. Beta Ambrose. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark and stormy. Of course he’d show up now. “Damn it,” he muttered, his fingers at my wrist, checking my pulse like he was afraid I’d drop dead any second.

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

Amber’s POV “Now wait one minute,” Julian said, turning to face Ken while stepping in front of me to block me from Ken’s view. “Amber is a reputable Healer –” “And you are biased, Alpha,” Ken continued. “We all know this healer is your ex-wife returned from the dead. Can you really tell us that she is the best, most qualified for the job even without your feelings getting in the way?” Julian’s shoulders straightened. “You are questioning my judgement?”

Ambrose had a way of commanding attention without even trying. “Alright,” he said with a sigh, settling into the chair behind his desk. “Let’s talk.” I wasted no time. “I’m not going back to Gabriel,” I stated firmly. "So don't even think about trying to force me to." Ambrose leaned back, still with that calm expression. “Ruby, I understand your anger—” “No, you don’t,” I interrupted. “He cheated on me, Ambrose. With Julia. One of my closest friends. There’s no excuse for that.”

From her vantage point, she could look down at the entire floor, a complex, beautiful ecosystem of unscripted variables. In the center of the main floor, Julian stood over a new mechanical assembly. He was completely out of his old element, yet entirely at home. His crisp, custom-tailored charcoal suits had been permanently replaced by a dark, form-fitting henley and a pair of sturdy, grease-stained denim jeans. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a fresh smudge of graphite along his forearm, the standard uniform of a man who had traded corporate governance for actual creation.