Julianna Baker Flipped Novels & Stories

"Disappeared? What do you mean, disappeared?" "I mean he’s a ghost!" Julian yelled. "And that’s not the worst part. His private investigators were spotted lurking near the Sterling building yesterday. If he’s gone underground, he’s planning something. He’s coming for the kids, Evie. I know it." Julian finally turned his head and saw me. He frowned, pointing a finger at my chest. "Who the hell is the baker? And why does he look like he’s wearing a dead cat on his chin?"

Going against me isn’t an option. **** AVA BAKER’S POV. I sat on my bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my bedroom, but my mind was a million miles away. I stared blankly at the wall, my thoughts consumed by Julian's sudden change in behavior towards me . Just a week ago, he looked at me with admiration. Julian would tell me how important I am to his cause, and we would talk for hours about everything and nothing. But now, it seems like Julian has lost all sense of want for me. He wouldn't even look in my direction, I feel like a slave in this giant house. Nothing makes sense anymore.

No way. Then Tyla and Sasha made their trip, followed by Beau and Teagan, who had a little too much fun throwing her petals straight up above her and Beau’s heads so they kept raining down on the two of them and causing him to scowl and snap at her to stop. Then everyone pushed to their feet in respect, the music changed, and the two ushers opened the back doors. Julianna stood in the entrance, holding on to her father’s arm in a glittering white dress that made her look like a Disney princess. Her gaze shifted to mine, and that’s when it all hit me full force in the chest.

she wailed. My strokes were becoming sloppier. I was almost there. “Nope. Not good enough. Try again,” I panted. “Please, please, please give me your cum, Mr. Baker.” “Why?” “Because I’m your slutty nanny.” “That’s right. Remember that.” I pulled out and flipped her onto her back and climbed to my feet. I folded her until her ass and pussy were in the air and dropped my dick in her pussy. Kierra’s head snapped back and forth from the overwhelming sensation of the new angle.

Julian said smoothly, glancing around the quiet bakery, “I was in the neighborhood.” Kaelani scoffed, shaking her head. “We’re closed.” Julian checked the sleek watch on his wrist. “Not for another fifteen minutes,” he replied. Her patience thinned audibly in the breath she released. Without another word, she grabbed a paper bag from the counter, yanked open the glass display, and pulled out a honey–cinnamon cake. She dropped it into the bag with more force than necessary. “Anything else?” She asked flatly, holding the bag out like she wished she could throw it at him instead.

she said breathlessly, already turning the tablet toward him. He barely had time to ask before the video started playing. At first, his expression didn’t change, just a frown forming as he took in the child dancing in glittery shoes at some mall. Then came the fall. The dismissive voice. The woman. The gasp from the camerawoman. Then the old woman behind her, Lila and Leonard’s mother. And then… the child’s cry. Something shifted in Julian’s face. Something dark. Tense. “Pause it,” he ordered.

“But I’ve never wanted anything more.” ………………………………………………………………………………………. Alexander. I wasn’t the kind of man who cooked. I had staff for that. And yet, here I was, standing in my own kitchen, flipping pancakes like some kind of domesticated husband. At least, it is edible this time. Juliana sat on one of the barstools, watching me with amusement. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks still flushed from sleep, and she had never looked more beautiful. I plated the pancakes and pushed the dish toward her. “Eat.”

In this case, why should Juliana be the female lead instead of Carmen? When they were done with the scene, Juliana was thirsty, but her assistant was nowhere to be seen. Reaching for her own bag, she took out a flask to drink some water. Since she was on her period, she could only drink warm water. However, there was a strong salty taste in the water. That taste nearly made her retch. Shocked, she spat out the water and realized that someone had poured a large amount of salt into her flask. "Hahahahahahahaha."

The morning Julia’s world collapses—again—it begins with a headline. Her phone buzzes nonstop, vibrating against the kitchen counter like a trapped animal. She reaches for it, expecting something small, something survivable. Instead, the headline hits her like a slap. JULIA BAILEY: THE GIRL WHO CLIMBED THE HEIR FOR FAME—AND FELL. Her breath shatters. The article unfurls like poison: anonymous sources, distorted facts, doctored photos. Every sentence twists the truth into something unrecognizable.

"You know what? It's a long, long story. You don't need to know the details. What you need to know is that you're not going anywhere. You're going to stay right here. We're going to have an exceedingly, eventful evening. Just you and me. Let's call it an...uh... sister bonding eve'." Julia let out a squeaky giggle, clapping excitedly as one of her minions rolled in a table while the others dumped varieties of briefcases on the tabletop. Evelyn shuddered as she noticed how much Julia changed. From her accent to her mannerism. How could she not have seen through her facade all this time? Evelyn signed shakily. "What did you do to Dr. Fletcher?" "Doctor who?" Julia waved her hand, blowing a ras