Julian Novels & Stories

“You’re not his Luna. You are nothing but a mere consort who gave him a child, and yet here you are going to stay in his room, the office room where a Luna should be staying.” I swallowed the lump rising in my throat, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I never asked to be in his life. I didn’t ask to carry his child. But I am here, and I’m not leaving my daughter. If he wants us to be under the same roof, I won’t argue. However, something that I need you to understand learn Evelyn. I'm might not be the woman that you want him to be around. You might have forgotten everything that you fought for. You might have forgotten your words to me, telling me that you want me to be with him. However,

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

TYBERIAS' POV (tie-beer-ius) "What have you got?" "Juliana Hernandez: 22 years old, has a 2year old sister, works at Café Rouge, both parents are still alive however her father is unemployed and her mother hasn't visited them in a couple years." "Okay. You can go now." I said to Adams before he scurried off out of my office. I punched the bridge of my nose as I sighed deeply. Ever since I saw Juliana last night, I haven't been able to get her out of my head since and I fùcking hated it.

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.

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

Eva muttered, feeding him. Julian dressed up in rugged Jeans and a plain white t-shirt after talking a long nap like he always did on weekends and was ready to meet Richard Miles. He looked at himself in the mirror and bobbed with a smile. He liked what he saw. The combo he wore had all the bad-next-door charm mixed with a devil-may-care edge. The tight denim which was quite simple gave him a handsome look. He paired it with croc-embossed trainers. He walked down the stairs, dialing Eva's phone, but she was not answering. She was busy in the kitchen assisting the chefs as they made lunch for the young boys that had gathered at the stadium.

Justin clicked his tongue. Oh sh*t, I have to stop him. I grabbed his shoulder while making him look at me. Justin has no idea what's going on here! He just watched Julian shouting at me and pointing his gun at me. Julian scoffed but pressed his forehead with his thumb—oh my goodness, he looked so hot. His green, piercing eyes are fucking sexy. "I have a gun licence, and I am a businessman." "My name is Julian Knight!" He pulled out his business card while keeping it in Justin's hand.

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.”

"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.