Julie And The Phantoms Ao3 Novels & Stories

She needed to rest, and when Julous left the dungeon, she was already sleeping soundly. “Shane, you’re awake.” "I am." “Can I go to your room? Or you to mine?” "I go there." After 3 minutes, Shane opens the door to Julius's room and enters without knocking. He closes the door after entering and sits on Julius' bed with his head down. - How are you? – Julius asked. - Fuck our luck. Your mate is one of the sons of the vampire king and my mate is his blood slave. The Moon Goddess must have been holding wine glasses when she decided our fate.

The Clan Master tried so hard to calm himself but was enraged by Julie's answer. Julie flinched again. This is the first her father shouted at her. Her father doted her the most and never gets mad at her. That's why a lot of high-ranking women were jealous of her and add to the Second Princess who favored her. And from his tone of voice, she knew she really did something wrong. Julie thinks about what she did yesterday. First, she went out to buy expensive clothes and accessories. Second, she went to meet her friends. Then, she went to the park and saw the cute little spirit beasts that she wanted the most. Next, she kidnapped those spirit beasts and somewhat stole them. She assigned two gua

“I don’t know. I think it might have been this bracelet that my mom made me promise to never take off. After it came off, my powers completely awakened.” Exia nods. “It’s possible that she bewitched the bracelet to stifle your powers. But why would she do that?” Jules shrugs. “I don’t know, but I think it might have something to do with my father.” Exia raises her hand and produces a knife similar to Jules’. “It seems we have a lot to talk about. Tell me, what is your name?” Jules swallows hard before she answers. “My name is Juliet LeTueur Romanis, and this is my…my boyf─mate, Rowan.”

“Fuck him!” “What is he doing?” She wondered. She stood up and fenced her waist with her left hand, tapping her forehead lightly with her right hand, reviewing what to do. She walked back to the bed and picked up her phone. She dialed Mr. Leo’s number but wasn’t reachable. She switched on her data to send a W******p message and she received ten reports from diverse platforms, broadcasting Dimitri’s submission to Mila. She hated seeing him in the limelight of people, and she threw her phone on the bed again.

I was starting to get intrigued by her presence and compelled by a force that I couldn't explain. Bene had caught me on several occasions looking longingly at Julienne and despite my insistence that it was merely out of concern, Bene would simply grunt and pat my back without saying a word. As the days turned into weeks, Daemon and Julienne forged a bond that surpassed mere friendship. Their connection deepened with each passing moment, as they shared their hopes, fears, and dreams. Daemon's heart, once shielded by the responsibilities of his alpha status, opened up to the possibility of love.

"And believe me, I don't want to upset the one person on my side at Moonlight, but I'm not a rogue. I'm from the Gold Valley Pack. My name is Juliana Anderson." Felix wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Juliana Anderson, you say? And you’re not a rogue? I don't understand.” I needed a moment. Shuffling to the window, I parted the curtains facing the south of the building. The sun was alone in the sky, not a cloud to be seen—just a brilliant golden orb against the dusty blue backdrop. It was beautiful. Letting the curtain fall, I turned to him.

All she wanted was to go back home and curl up in bed with her twins; all of these were giving her a headache. “I’m sorry it had to be this way.” Mirabel corned her. “Especially since you were trying to rekindle your old flame with Jotham.” “One, you’re anything but sorry. Two, there was no flame and certainly no rekindling. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” Julie made a move to leave. She was honestly tired. Mirabel was not done. “The position I found you in last time suggests otherwise.” “He was injured, and I was cleaning him up; there was nothing more to it.”

It felt as if he believed that she, as his fiancée and the woman who was soon to become his wife, was too innocent or foolish to understand what was really happening beneath the surface of their interactions. Julie was like a ghost, constantly appearing and disappearing in and out of Angela's life. She was always there, lingering like an unwanted shadow. Julie had been away for several years, supposedly working on her career in another country, but even though she was physically absent, it felt like she was still very much present in Angela's thoughts. Angela had always struggled with the idea that the relationship between Julie and Den was nothing more than a work-related friendship. Den ha

Julia took a deep breath before she said, “She’s my aunt. She put me up for adoption after my parents died. She’s been watching over me ever since.” I frowned. “But she’s a witch. You’re a wolf. How…?” Julia said, “My mother was a witch, too. My father was a werewolf. I’m a hybrid.” I nodded, pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. It explained why the witch was so protective; most witches and wolves would not be happy to hear there was a hybrid running around.

Then he drained the rest of his glass and set it down. “She’ll die with more ghosts than allies,” he said. “That’s what happens when you spend your life chasing purity.” I stepped closer then, until the air between us tightened. He did not move. But I saw something shift behind his gaze. “I’m not chasing purity,” I said softly. “I’m reclaiming what was stolen.” The room went still. The kind of stillness that comes not from peace, but from the quiet before something breaks. “Tell me, Juliana,” he said at last. “Did Julian know you’d come here?”