Julianna Baker Flipped Novels & Stories

And then I stepped forward and wrapped her up and lifted her clean off the ground the way I always had since she was small enough that it made her squeal, spinning her in a wide arc until she was shrieking with delight, the sound of it spilling bright across the quiet afternoon. There it is, I thought. "Aw, what a touching scene." Julian's voice arrived from behind us, dry as paper, carrying exactly the brand of amused condescension he deployed whenever he stumbled onto something genuine. "I should take a photo to commemorate this historic occasion." I released Annabeth, who settled against my side with one arm looped around my waist and, without missing a beat, raised her free hand and flip

“ You’ll be very surprised because you wouldn't expect it to be her. I was surprised too when I found out. But I can not say her name to you. The thought of her name leaving my lips scares the living daylight out of me. But I can help give you clues that'll help you find out who she is and pin her down. Only if you promise me one thing “ Mr Baker said as he looked at us. I could see fear in his eyes when he looked at Agent Maynard and me. This man was truly scared for his life and the life of his daughter. This meant only one thing, he was telling us the truth. What an Irony of life. This man was our major suspect before, but turns out he was gonna be our biggest and secret Ally. Things were

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.

Julia came out of the kitchen and smiled at the biker. “Oh, you want the Velvet special today?” He nodded politely, then turned his head back to me. “I hope the muffin was made by Lena?” I froze for a second. “Of course... Lena handles most of our bakery items. She is a goddess in the kitchen. Unfortunately, there is no more muffin available unless Lena can make a fresh one for you.” Julia said, flashing him a professional smile.

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.

***Authors note*** Do you think Julia is making the right decision? Let me know what you think xoxo

I looked. Julian sat on the edge of his bed, back half turned, phone screen casting pale light across his face. A news article. American Ballet Theatre announces Vivian Sinclair’s triumphant return to New York. Her photograph filling the frame that face, that elegant devastating face that had lived in this apartment like a ghost long after its owner left. And Julian. The cake hit the floor. The sound it made was almost polite. A soft collapse. Buttercream roses face down on hardwood. The candle went out on the way down.