Julianna Baker Flipped Novels & Stories

She grabbed Mila’s shoulder and turned her around. “Why haven’t I thought of this before now?” She whispered. “What’s it?” Bowyer threw a question. Anita smiled. “I found a solution. Thank God my daughter won’t have to spend her hard earning money on debt and bail.” “What’s the solution?” Bowyer asked. “Mila.” Anita answered with simplicity. “Make rice with chicken stew.” She ordered Mila. “Okay, ma.” Mila walked away. He frowned his face in confusion. “How does this concern Mila? What does she have to do with Anya marrying Dimitri?”

“What? Julia is the owner of JK Couture?!” “Then, the world is truly flat?!” “Round.” “Beat me! Dear heavens!!” “She stole from one of the judges and still dares to showcase it? What the hell!?” “I need such guts to slap my mother-in-law.” “Why does the judge sound like Adele, or am I hallucinating?” “OMG! you're right!” As the hall exploded, I was focused on Julia. Her lips parted, like she was about to argue, but no sound came out, just wheezing shock.

“Let him.” --- ARIA Pov Julian stopped at the door. “Stay here,” he said. My hands trembled. “Where are you going?” “To become exactly what they think I am,” he replied. My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. A video file. I opened it. Brianna’s face filled the screen. Bruised. Pale. Alive. Her voice shook. “If anything happens,” she said, “it is because I chose wrong.” The video cut off. I looked up at Julian, panic crashing through me.

SHATTERED Julia knew something was wrong immediately, phoebe and Balthazar walked into the room. She had been sitting up and was almost through with the cup of hot chocolate tea she had requested for breakfast. Phoebe’s sad eyes and drawn face gave her away, she couldn’t get herself to wear a fake smile and act as if nothing had happened. Julia immediately kept her mug on the table beside her, swallowing hard she asked. “Any news, did you find Justine.” her eyes flickered from phoebe's face to Balthazar, hoping they wouldn't say what her heart was telling her they would.

The sudden jolt was so strong it caused my body to stumble back slightly. I turned around in a fury. Julian Vega. His breath was ragged, while his free hand held the plastic box of cookies. Julian looked at me, his eyes filled with pure disappointment. "Julian! Sob..." In a split second, Valeria shifted her demeanor. She took two steps back, hiding behind Julian’s broad back while putting on a perfectly manufactured look of terror and fake tears. Her acting was flawless.

He had no features, only the reflection of whoever looked at him. "Julian Thorne," the Auditor’s voice boomed, echoing through the hall. "You have breached the vault. You have merged the Simulation and the Dividend. You have brought the Teacher to the seat of the Law. Do you have the Opening Statement?" The Emotional Implosion: The Teacher’s Terms Julian stepped forward, but he didn't speak. He stepped aside, allowing Clara to take the lead. This was the ultimate romantic gesture: the Billionaire handing the microphone of the Universe to the woman who taught him how to feel.

I got to the bakery area and put on my apron and head wrap. Focus... don't think about him... Focus. I took a deep breath and started measuring the flour. Just a few minutes into baking, Felicia walked inside with her voice loud enough for me to hear. "Guys, you won't believe what just happened! I saw that biker guy and his girlfriend across the road." My heart skipped a beat and I paused. "What biker guy?" Julia asked. "Don't you remember the one we assume has a thing for Lena?" Gabi answered before Felicia could.

The sun was scorching. As smoke curled up from the grill, Juliana showed up, putting her hips to work. She was smoking hot in the red little number. Holding nothing in her hands, Juliana approached and instructed, “Alessia, flip those skewers over before they char. She then barked, “Jesus, Vittoria. Go grab some napkins. My hands are all sweaty.” Her tone was airy, like a queen born to command. I held my peace, saying nothing.

Because the next moment they announced "Lead girl of team LEO is AMY MIDDLESTONE aaaaand lead boy will be ZAYN REDFIELD " Voice in my head was screaming WHY? WHY ME????? I'm no leader. Why the hell they selected me of all? I hated these situations when all eyes are staring at me. I took a peek at Zayn. But as usual, his face was blank. For a moment I thought the worst is gone. But I was wrong. "Head girl and head boy for 148th batch of camp ATLANTIS will be the team leaders of team............LEO!!!!!!!!"

Mirabel watched it unfold right before her eyes. The nervousness when Trevor was entering the examination room. The grand finale was right around the corner and she was excited. She shot off a text to an unsaved contact. “Handled the bakery yet?” The response came in two seconds. “Yes.” Everything was going according to plan. The secret photographer had just sent her the shots he took of Julie leaving Jotham’s house dressed in his clothes. They were perfect, her face was showing. You couldn’t deny that it was photoshopped.