Julian Novels & Stories

He looked like a highlighter exploded on a soldier: neon windbreaker, cargo pants, and a smirk that was ninety percent delusion. “Hey cutie,” he called out, propping an elbow on the marble. “Name’s Julian. I feel like our frequencies are already jamming and you haven't even let me buy you a drink yet.” “Frequencies?” I stirred my tonic, my voice bored. “That’s a bit more creative than asking for my sign, I suppose.” “Look, I’m just saying... your vibe? Definitely pulling on mine. It’s like the universe already wrote the script. I’m just hitting my marks.”

because. —You'll go to the Rose house, we'll talk there later, now I have to go to the meeting, I'm already late. —The meeting should have started ten minutes ago but Mr. Brown had not let his daughter start until Santiago was present. "Okay, sir," Rose said, somewhat annoyed and she left the place. Julian was like Emily's second father. That girl made the men of the house the way she wanted and it was nice to see those things. In the meeting room everyone was chatting happily, since Mr. Brown had asked questions to distract them.

Julian walked directly to Jeannie, and the moment he saw Jeannie, the smile on his face gradually became bright. His smiling gaze was fixed on Jeannie's enchanting face. She was just like the lover in his dreams. She fitted his taste so much. Julian became serious. He stretched out his hand. His palm was slightly red, and his slender fingers were chubby and beautiful. He blushed as he became cautious. "Miss Harrison, I am Julian Munoz, the one who called you yesterday." Jeannie looked at him indifferently and reached out. She smiled politely and shook his hand. "Hello, Mr. Munoz!"

So, he decided to meet with Alvina and Alpha Ryder, so they could handle everything together. However, Gabriella's pregnancy had already shot out and she will soon give birth. So it was best to handle everything before she gave birth. The Alpha king was sitting before them on his throne, anticipating what Julian was there to tell him. “Your Majesty, here is Julian, my friend who is…” Alvina was about to introduce Julian, but Alpha Ryder cut her off. “Let him introduce himself by himself. Okay?” “Okay, Your Majesty,” Alvina responded. Julian nodded and then stood up

“You think I’d fall for someone like her?” “Oh, Adrian,” she said, finishing her wine. “You already did. That’s why you’re burning her now.” * * Julian’s Office – Thirty Minutes Later Julian sat behind his mahogany desk, nursing a glass of bourbon that did nothing to settle his nerves. His phone buzzed once. Then again. And again. “What now?” he muttered, picking it up. Unknown number. One message. A single link. He tapped it. The screen loaded. The first frame was enough to freeze him.

she laughed, stammering her words as she shuffled back to her friend. “Don’t you agree, Julian? That people can’t be trusted these days? Especially the ones who appear to be a charmer?” Jeremy had found out a little secret for me. One that not a lot of people knew. Julian was a scholarship student. He was picked from an orphanage and trained by Malcolm to be Theon’s assistant. But my husband found a friend in Julian and gave him more than he should. I guess Julian got greedy for more and decided to take instead of asking.

As I stared at Aunt Maya and Uncle Sid, I was unable to discern any resemblance between Julian and either of them. Julian has a pair of grey eyes, in contrast to his mother and father, who both have green eyes. Aunt Maya’s so beautiful with long black locks, same with Uncle who had dark hair, while Julian had light chestnut brown. Julian came down, and checked on Stef, then made a beeline for the kitchen. I noticed that he was now changed into a white shirt, and grey sweatpants. I made an effort to divert my attention away from the sensation of my heart racing and p

Then, Julian walked in. He wasn't wearing a silk dress or a veil. He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal-grey suit with a silk tie the color of a winter sky. Around his neck was a simple silver chain holding a shard of the Ashford Sun-Iron. But it was his eyes—violet-gold and burning with an internal light—that stopped everyone’s breath.

Julian’s younger brother was fourteen months younger, which made them close enough in age to be in the same year and far enough apart in temperament to seem like they'd been raised in different galaxies. Where Julian was the golden boy – careful, warm, the kind of person who made you feel seen – Adrian Hale was the storm. Six feet two, broad across the shoulders, with dark hair that looked like he'd never once considered brushing it. His jaw had a scar on the left side, thin and white, old enough that it had become part of him. His eyes were the same unusual shade of grey-green as Julian's, but th

"Did the rogue frequency send you a personal invitation before it hit the nexus?" Julian’s smug smile falters for a fraction of a second, his throat bobbing behind his high collar. "I... I am a senior researcher for the Black Sun Council! I review the raw telemetry data! Do not try to flip your ignorance onto me, human!" "Julian is a key scholar for Order Whitmore!" Arabella snaps, stepping up beside him and tossing her dark curls over her shoulder. "He held the perimeter shields together while you were probably cowering in some Eastmoor gutter! Show some respect before I have the Citadel guards toss you into the river!"