Julian Chapter Wonder Novels & Stories

His brow furrowed, a shadow of an old pain crossing his face. "Sometimes..." Julian whispered, looking back at the water. "Sometimes I have these dreams. About a place where the stars were made of glass. And there was a girl... she was leading us through a storm." He turned back to her, the light in his eyes fading into the "Sure Life" brown. "But they’re just dreams, right? My dad says it’s just an overactive imagination." The Alpha’s Choice

“How we found each other, how we fought for this.” Julian’s eyes brighten, his hand squeezing mine. “She’ll love your words,” he says. “Like I do.” The idea excites me, a chance to weave our story for Lily, a defiance of the cage my family built,Lucas’s cruelty, Emily’s jealousy, my parents’ greed. Julian’s belief, his unwavering support, makes it real, and I feel a surge of confidence, the dreamer I was reborn.

He said and Julie wondered how just his words could so easily made her heartbeat mellow out a little. It felt as if that at long last, they were finally standing before the emperor. The moment Julie looked at the emperor, she was surprised. She had expected the Alien emperor to be someone so terrifying she would probably be covered in shivers all over her body just by standing before him. However, to her bewilderment, she felt none of that. Granted, the emperor was a big man, but she actually thought to herself after having a good look at him that he was not terrifying.

"That's not worthless, Aurelia. That's brave." I blink back tears. "Thank you." Our coffee arrives and we spend the next two hours talking. About books, about life, about dreams and fears and everything in between. Julian tells me about growing up in his family's shadow, always feeling like he had to prove himself. I tell him about being homeschooled, about missing out on a normal childhood. I don't tell him about the library incident. Don't tell him about the cruel stranger or the slap or the two weeks of hiding.

Children were weird and whimsical, and I knew I'd never understand or get used to them. Julian clinked a spoon against a clockery, earning everyone's attention. I looked up while Aliya helped dish out my breakfast. A wide grin adorned Julian's face as he stood up. He was tall, almost towering the height of my father. He had blonde hair with ocean blue eyes that displayed mischief.

says Baruz. “They are watching everyone, as always,” the werewolf leader says, getting into a tinted jeep. The car took off. In the depths of the forest, veiled eyes carefully watched the departing machines. With a snort, the dark figure took off and sped away into the woods. Julia closed the thick book and, with a disappointed face, carried it back to the shelf. “I spent so much time on this stupid little book, but there is nothing useful in it,” she thought to herself. Julia walks past Dook, who is sitting in a chair. He stares off into nowhere as if in a trance, clutching a brand new book.

All she could do was victimize her until she wouldn't be able to take it anymore, so she would pack and leave by herself. “I will make your life nothing but hell. To me, you are nothing but a cursed child.” Living with her uncle, the innocent orphan knew nothing but pain. Bowyer, her uncle, Anita, her uncle's wife and their two daughters, Anya and Vera, were her sadness designers, and they sewed a garment of sadness that fitted her perfectly and she dwelled in its realm both day and night.

She had been the one to tear up my test papers and throw my textbooks and backpack into the pond. She even forced me to glue the shredded pieces back together. If I couldn't do it, she would stomp on me. But now, the face in my memory blurred with the one before me, making it hard to focus on her. Suddenly, the red fog surrounded us. This time, we could all see clearly that it was like sulfuric acid, eating away at her flesh. The woman's screams echoed in our ears. After a long while, it was finally quiet again. My gaze shifted to the last remaining person, Charlotte. By now, she was the only survivor of her group.

That night, when everything already went silent, and her mom was tired of yelling at her to come out of her room, Julianne wondered if there was any hope left for her. She can’t return to school after what she did and running off like that. How will she be able to face everyone again? This time, she really wished she were invisible, or that things would return back to normal. She wished it was all a bad dream she hadn’t woken up from yet.

The afternoon sun was a low, blinding gold when Aurora Blake walked into the farmhouse kitchen. She held a small stack of printed white paper in her right hand. Julian Oswald was standing at the wide center island. He was not checking logs or preparing a reduction. He was waiting. "Julian," Aurora said quietly. He looked up immediately. "Yes." "I have finished the first chapter," Aurora said. "The one about the seventh night." "The 2AM kitchen," Julian noted.