Julian Novels & Stories

she said cheerfully to the woman. Juliana is one being in the universe that never loves herself, she hates herself for being too beautiful and always stands out in the public. She has always tried cutting her hair but each time she cuts it, it will grow longer than it was before. She wanted to look like other children even if she needed to be ugly, her beauty is not helping her as people despise her so much and girls don't feel relaxed around her and men only want to get to her pants. Her mysterious powers fear her to the bone as she doesn't know how to control them and why the moon goddess makes her life a living hell by giving her those gifts. She was termed

He was smart and crystal wouldn't be able to fool him for this long. Crystal might have hidden her identity in starting but at some point she would have to come clear. And Julian was rolx's. The information could only be fished out of him, no way crystal remain hidden. "Tell me everything rolx." I order. "Julian was delivered here 3 months ago. It took me 1 month too tame her for myself. I must say, you deliver finest." He said with chuckling. "About a month ago a guy came offering me money. More than I paid for her" He said.

I asked quietly. He nodded. "What's your full name?" Mariano's head turned sideways. He looked me in the eye, sceptic for a moment, before saying hardly, "Mariano Wolfe Lionelli - Montefiore Rivera." "Wow, that's...long." He smiled a bit. "Yes, it is, Isabelle May Forte." My eyes widened. "How do you know my middle name?" I whispered. He leaned in ever so slightly, a jesting smile playing on his lips, but it was enough to set my nerves on fire. "I know everything about you, Bella," He said.

Better than me. But all his rehearsed, logical arguments left his mind the moment Julian opened the door. Julian wasn’t wearing anything seductive. All he was wearing was an old, oversized dark red shirt—and nothing else, as far as Devlin could tell. Swallowing, Devlin dragged his gaze from those cute little toes to Julian’s well-shaped legs and thighs. Like most Dainiri omegas, Julian was on the curvier side, and Devlin’s hands itched to lift the hem of that oversized shirt and find out whether his ass was as round and plush as it had felt in his hands—

Inside the cabin the atmosphere was thick with a heavy focused stillness. Julian sat on the leather banquette, his big frame hunched a bit forward as he looked at the copies of the newly secured European deeds. He had taken off his traveling sweater for a tailored charcoal-grey shirt; the top two buttons open, his sleeves rolled up to show his thick scarred forearms. His face was a mask of executive hostility. The excitement of the Alpine campaign had turned into something more dangerous: a quiet calculated determination to finish what his family had started fifteen years ago.

“I kind of have PTSD so I do not like discussing it.” Isabelle immediately nodded. “I am sorry. I should have considered that.” Julian smiled. “No harm done.” He adjusted slightly in his chair. “Perhaps we could discuss why I came here today?” “Of course.” A curious expression crossed Elena’s face. “Actually, I never got your name.” Julian offered his hand. “Coltrane Valmont.” Elena shook it. “A pleasure to finally know.” “The pleasure is mine.” She smiled. “Please continue.”

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"Alright, but if we do this, we have to be in and out quickly. We can’t make any mistakes." "No mistakes," I affirmed, squeezing his hand tightly before releasing it, igniting a surge of determination that washed over us. "We need to expose Viktor and this extinction clause. Whatever it takes." With confidence and urgency, Julian turned back to his laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard as he began rearranging our plans. I watched him work, admiring his brilliance. This was his domain where he thrived amidst chaos and information. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, I could sense the anxiety simmering, just waiting to boil over.