Julian Mga Nobela at Kwento

Julian said such terrible things to me without any hesitation in his eyes. "Do not, I beg you. If you want to get revenge on Noah, just hurt me. Not my husband," I begged. Julian chuckled irritably, "hmmm, you think I'm doing this without risk. I could have died first. But because I have you as my prisoner, my position is superior. But even if I die, it's fine. The important thing is I have succeeded in destroying Noah, and Kayla has succeeded in beating you up," Julian laughed and left somewhere. leaving me alone in my anxiety

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Julian interrupted with a tight grinding voice. With one wide motion, Julian lunged forward erasing the distance, immediately standing right behind Vivienne's chair. His two rough, muscular hands tightly gripped the back of the woman's leather chair, trapping Vivienne's chubby body between his broad arms that were completely sturdy completely this night. The blast of Julian's hot and short-racing breath felt like it was burning Vivienne's luscious nape, spreading a thick masculine aroma that demanded absolute obedience.

Jake’s probably back too, but I can’t see anyone else but the new arrival. He’s somewhere in his mid-twenties and clearly related to Remy with that same angelic beauty, but where Remy has the cute cherubic thing, this guy—Remy’s brother, Julian, I assume—is more like a deadly archangel. His hair is blond, a few shades darker than Remy’s, and it falls in artfully messy waves to his lightly stubbled chin. He has the same bright blue eyes as his brother, but the similarities end there. Julian’s features are sharper, giving that prettiness a more severe edge, and he’s at least six four with broad shoulders and muscled arms.

It had simply burned away the last remnants of her hesitation. Across the table sat Julian, a high-level corporate lobbyist whose quiet discretion was bought at a price that could fund a small navy. He was a small, immaculate man with silvered hair and eyes that had seen forty years of dirty politics. He slid a thick, unmarked leather binder across the obsidian surface.

For a moment, the nightmare of the mountain cabin, the sound of shattering glass, and the cold bite of a bullet felt like another life. "You need to eat something, sweetheart," her mother said, reaching for a piece of fruit. "You’re still too pale." "I’m fine, Mom. Just tired," Ariana replied, though her eyes kept darting to the door. The click of the latch made her jump. The door swung open, and Julian Hale strolled in. He was Lucas’s distant cousin, a man who navigated social circles like a shark in silk. He carried a bouquet of yellow roses so large it nearly obscured his face.

“The wind shifted. You feel it too, don’t you?” Julian closed his book. “Yes.” She finally looked at him. “Who?” “Her name is Mirra Quell,” Julian said. “She’s not like the others.” Charlotte studied him. “Is she a problem?” Julian shook his head. “She’s a signal.” “Of what?” He stood slowly, walked to the bar, and poured them each a neat scotch. He handed her one. “That we’ve leveled up.”

"You forgot who you are, Julian? You are a former Alpha who was almost crushed to death because he threw away his own woman. Now you are demanding ownership rights?" Julian rose to his feet. His physique was twice as large and dense due to previous mutations stabilized by Vane Corporation’s forbidden science. The killing aura of an ancient predator radiated from him. "I threw her away because I was blind. And that blindness has been paid in full with my right eye. Now... I am back to reclaim what I should never have let go."