Julianna Baker Flipped Novels & Stories

Juliana said as she return to her sit to get the cake out of her basket She got the cake and walk back to the stage with smiles in her face "Wow! Wow!! Wow!!" Juliana exclaimed wirh the cake at the palm of her hand "Please class, today is my birthday and I want all if you to celebrate with me" Juliana pleaded "Wow!" The students exclaimed "Please let's sing a happy birthday song for her" Isabella speak out "Let's sing after the count of three. Ready?" Isabella asked "One, two, three! Let's go!" Isabella said

"Enjoy your breakfast. Enjoy your little performance. I'm sure you'll find someone else to target once I'm gone." I turn to leave, my head held high despite the trembling in my legs. I've barely taken two steps when Juliana suddenly makes her move. It happens so fast I almost don't register it. One moment she's standing by my chair, the next she's stumbling forward, directly into my path. We collide with enough force to send us both off balance. "Oh!" Juliana cries out, her hands flailing. I feel her nails rake across my face, sharp and deliberate, even as she grabs at my arm as if trying to steady herself.

Before I can respond, Julian leans into the frame behind her, holding what looks like a slice of cake with a candle stuck in it. “Happy birthday, Alera!” he shouts. “We were going to bake you something but we almost set the oven on fire.” I laugh, actually laugh, for the first time all day. “I can’t believe you remembered, Julian. Thank you so much, you guys.” Mauve grins. “Hush now, we’re doing this properly.” Julian clears his throat dramatically. “Ready? One, two, three—” And they start singing. Completely off-key. Loud enough to make me cover my face.

Lily replied. I didn’t get to answer. Because— “JULIANNA HARRIS!” My name boomed across the arena. Instructor Vance pointed at me and another student. “You’re up. Julianna, combatant: Flame Elemental—Rikar Ashborne!” Rikar stepped forward, flames flickering across his arms, leaving steaming footprints on the ground. He smirked confidently. “So you’re the Chronokeeper everyone’s been whispering about.” Rikar cracked his neck. “Nice to finally meet you. Don’t worry. I’ll go easy.”

It was pure, unfiltered interest. ​"What do you want then?" I asked. ​In one smooth motion, Julian dropped to one knee. ​The entire room erupted. Elena let out a strangled scream. Beatrice gripped her cane so hard I thought it would snap. Lucius looked like he was about to jump across the table and swing a punch.

Disgust, bitter and acrid, rose in my throat. Then, Dmitri showed me another video, one taken from a camera of one witness at Julianna’s bachelorette party. I watched with mounting horror as my fiancée, the woman who was supposed to be my wife, knelt before a stripper, giving him a blowjob, her face contorted in… pleasure. And then, the final indignity: his seed splattered across her face. My hand clenched so tight my knuckles turned white. I hurled the tablet across the room, the screen shattering against the wall. The image of Julianna, bathing with another man's cum, seared into my memory.

Flip him, Beckett. "What does that mean. holy crap!" The boat wheels hard to the right and Julian and the board burst out of the water a second later. He flips sideways and drops in as smoothly as he never left the water in the first place, immediately continuing to wakeboard along with the rhythm of the music. "Right? Fucker gets me hot when he does that stuff." Ezra grins and goes back up front. You and me, both, I think to myself. Beckett does not look away from the water, but bellows at me over the engine, wind, and music. "We try to give him as much board time as we can. Might as well make ourselves at home."

A soft, broken cry escaped her, echoing faintly in the high-ceilinged room. Alexander withdrew his fingers slowly, letting her feel every inch of their retreat, then brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean while she watched, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, tasting her on his tongue. Then he stood. “Turn over,” he said. “And be on your knees with your chest down.” Julianna obeyed, still trembling from aftershocks. She rolled onto her stomach, drew her knees beneath her, ass presented, thighs slick and parted, breasts pressed flat to the drop cloth. The position left her open, and vulnerable, exposed in the best way.

Julia announced as she looked into her phone and texted back to whoever she was chatting with. "Okay. So, here's your sling bag. Go and have fun now." Alessa said as she handed me my sling bag which she had filled with my necessities. "I am nervous." I announced. "Don't be. Blake will love how you look." Julia said to which I gave her a small smile. I then headed to the elevator. Here we go.

Julian wanted to take them to a restaurant that made Gabriella's favorite beef tacos. He sat in the backseat and dealt with some matters on his phone. Just over ten minutes later, the road became rough. The car bumped and jolted, and Benjamin explained that there were repairs. He was going to make a detour at the front so they could take a different road. Julian gave a noncommittal hum. Suddenly, as the car passed a stretch of road covered with a black tarp, it flipped. The ground beneath was hollow! The car rolled and crashed. Fortunately, Julian and Benjamin only sustained minor injuries because they'd both been strapped in. Benjamin helped Julian out of the car.