Julian Ovenden Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Julian lowered his gaze, and a barrage of suffocating, overwhelming kisses descended into the crook of her neck. After a full day of classes, Vanessa was already thoroughly exhausted, leaving her weak and limp. The moment she was forced into Julian’s arms, a strong scent of a woman's perfume assaulted her nose. Vanessa recognized the fragrance; it was a certain extraordinarily expensive perfume with a subtle jasmine undertone—likely belonging to Julian’s high-born, socially well-matched fiancée.

“Julian, look at me.” Julian finally did. “Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he said, glowering at him fiercely. “You thought I was a beta when we first met.” “I thought you were a beta because you don’t smell like an omega,” Devlin said slowly, eyeing him. “It had nothing to do with your physical appearance. If we go by physical appearance, you look very much like an omega.” Julian made a skeptical sound.

Tonight, she was the crown jewel of the empire. ​"You look like a goddess who decided to descend into hell just to see what the mortals were doing," a deep, resonant voice growled from the doorway. ​Elena turned, a slow, brilliant smile spreading across her lips as Julian stepped into the room. He was a vision of absolute, devastating power. His bespoke black tuxedo was cut to accentuate the massive breadth of his shoulders and the lean taper of his waist. His white shirt was pristine, but he had left the top two buttons undone, refusing to completely hide the dark ink of the vulture feathers that crept up his throat. He carried himself with the heavy, deliberate grace of a predator entering

He seemed like a man who had spent the last fourteen hours watching his entire inheritance dissolve into an untouchable cloud of digital signatures. Evelyn watched him approach from the corner of her vision. In her past life, seeing Julian like this would have filled her with desperate, codependent fear. She would have stood up, thrown herself into his path, apologized for things she hadn't done, and begged him to calm down before he ruined his reputation. Now, she picked up her linen napkin, wiped her fingers with slow, deliberate care, and waited. “Julian,” Beatrice Sterling said, her voice dripping with high-society disapproval as the younger man reached Table One. “Your attire is an insu

"Aren't you a sweet talker? I don't believe we've met." ​"Not yet," Julian said, his eyes locking onto hers with intense, undivided focus. He took her hand, lifting it to his lips. Instead of a polite kiss on the knuckles, he slowly turned her hand over, pressing a lingering, warm kiss directly onto the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. He let his thumb stroke her palm, right over her massive diamond ring. "I am Julian. And you are the most captivating sight in Monaco." ​The woman gasped softly, her breath catching at the bold, highly intimate touch. "I... I am Beatrice," she whispered, completely captivated.

A small voice at the back of his mind asked. He scoffed. Olivia has a boyfriend and a baby daddy already. Jake was not even his son. He sighed. "Stop worrying about it, cousin," Julian said. "I would arrange some girls for you. I'm sure these girls have some friends around…" He reached down to kiss one on the lips. Marcus sighed at Julian. He looked at his phone and went to his contacts. He scrolled till he saw "Olivia Bennet" and let his finger hover around it for a while. Just as he was about to press it, the glass door opened and Tony Ott walked in cheerily.

Arthur Vane was nowhere to be seen, but Vivienne was there, sitting on a white leather chair, nursing a cup of tea like it was poison. Julian looked up. His eyes darkened as they traveled over the dress. For a second, a flash of something that looked like genuine hunger crossed his face. "Beautiful," he murmured. "You're a monster," I said, my voice flat. "I'm a provider," he corrected. He walked over to me, ignoring Vivienne’s sharp intake of breath. He reached out and adjusted the star necklace around my neck. "Your father’s vitals are stable, Elena. Keep it that way by smiling for the cameras."

And he was sticking to her like glue, following her everywhere, which was really annoying. Jade couldn't bear it any longer and turned, shouting at Julian, "Can you stop following me all the time?" She had never seen someone so shameless. Julian raised an eyebrow. "This is my home. I can go wherever I want. What's it to you?" "You..." Jade was speechless. She glanced at Julian and asked, "Who are you?" With Jade taking the initiative to talk to him, Julian immediately became energetic, bouncing in front of her with a smile. "I'm Julian Orton. The lion is my pet, Edan. This is my family's private island. Isn't it beautiful?"

Some stranger was speaking with him, but my attention wasn’t on the man. It was on the woman. Olivia Marchel. A-list actress and Eleanor Rowe London’s brand ambassador. I knew it was professional. But logic didn’t calm the fire burning through my veins. Every time Olivia laughed and every time her fingers brushed the sleeve of Julian’s suit, I wanted to rip her couture gown to shreds and pin her against the display glass. “Trouble in paradise?” Irine nudged me, her laugh dripping with satisfaction. “Who?” I asked flatly, feigning ignorance.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"