Julie And The Phantoms Fanfic Novels & Stories

She ordered the little girl "Go do something, colour your panties or cut your mama's skirts or something!" There was a light sound of footsteps then after few seconds, Julia made an appearance in the kitchen, looking like an evil witch from the pit of hell. "Hello, love birds" Julia sang. I rolled my eyes. If she was my stepmom, we would have murdered each other a long time ago. "What are you doing here?" Diane asked her with a scowl. Julia laughed like the fucking sick wife she is "Oh, Diane" She clicked her tongue "I think your dad has got a lot to know about making a fake relationship look real..." She gave me a look "and unquestionable"

"I wouldn't even suggest you do it." Julie wasn't listening. She was already scrolling through her contacts, her thumb hovering over the screen. "Fine. If you won't do it, I’ll grab his number from your phone. I’ll call him myself. I’ll tell him I’m ready to be the bride." "He said there wouldn’t be any strings," I snapped, trying to bring her back to reality. "No sex. Nothing." Julie let out a soft, dramatic gasp. Her mouth fell open. "A whole year without any action?" She sounded like she was mourning a death. I just nodded, feeling a strange, hot flush creep up my neck.

Thick enough to send my ovaries into cardiac arrest. I’m one internal monologue away from ditching Julie when a woman walks up and grabs his free hand. Then I catch the wedding band on his finger. And just like that, a bucket of cold water dumps over my entire libido. So much for that fantasy. Maybe it’s the universe trying to tell me there won’t be a marriage number four. And honestly? Fair. “I was at Zane’s last game,” Julie announces once she’s finally satisfied with her absurdly specific pad selection. “They’ve been so shitty this season, it’s a crime they still charge for tickets.”

I said. Julian studied me carefully. “Good.” He leaned back, eyes dark. “Because mourning is for losses. And losing Caleb Knight is not a tragedy.” The city lights blurred past the window as the Phantom surged forward, smooth and unstoppable. I watched my reflection in the glass, pale, wet, stripped bare of illusions. Not broken. Never broken. Just… done pretending. Julian reached over and snapped his fingers. The partition slid down. “Hotel?” the driver asked. “No,” Julian said. “Penthouse.”

she smiled strangely, “You did your big one, so it’s only normal I do the same. I promise you a surprise the next time we meet, and trust it will be soon.” “You must’ve forgotten that this is punishment for what YOU did. Talk about delusional,” Julie said with a roll of her eyes, her hold on my arm tightening. I smiled inwardly. She must’ve thought I was scared of Victoria after what happened. If anything, I wished I slashed Victoria instead of those wolves. “I’m not talking to you, freak,” Victoria said in the same tone. “You shouldn’t be talking to anyone, crazy,” Julie replied, stepping forward, but I pulled her back.

Julia felt itchy and uncontrollable of her own strength to push him away from her as he took her earlobe in her mouth and sucked it wet. “Will I find a good guy in the future?” Julia asked involuntarily, sullenly thinking about the consequences after that. Her eyes dampened with discouragement. She had once loved Timothy and wanted to marry him, but then she was denied the happiness she wished for. So she believed that in this life she could love no one but her boy and she did not need another man. But Julius expected to have a father whenever he saw videos about fathers pranking their sons and a daughter. He couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t have a father, so he could do the same with

I just sat there, staring at her, watching the way the silk complimented her skin. She pretended to read, but I knew her mind was somewhere else. Maybe thinking of that woman from the book who had lost control, or maybe wondering if she’d end up like her. And me…I sat there wondering how someone so strong could still look so fragile when she was silent. I reached out one last time, brushing my fingers against her hair. “Jules,” I said quietly. “I don’t care how strong or dangerous your power is. You’re mine. And nothing’s going to change that.” She didn’t look up, but her hand moved slowly, resting on mine for a second before pulling away.

He violently shook off her hand. "I was with her for eight goddamn years! You think I can just throw that away like trash?" he roared. "Yeah, I have feelings for you, but it was the thrill! It was the novelty!" "We were just satisfying each other in bed! You weren't exactly complaining when you were screaming my name last night, were you?" Chloe went rigid, her face turning ashen. "What... what are you saying? You were lying to me this whole time?" Julian didn't waste another second. He brushed past her and bolted for the door. Chloe’s hysterical sobs echoed behind him, but he didn't look back. He ran like a madman toward the Pack Medical Center.

Dahlia's POV Inside the limousine was quiet. Julian sat across from me. He was holding a glass of scotch. He had poured himself a glass as soon as we got in. He was typing on his phone, and I was fixed on the tinted glass of the train window. "Stop fidgeting," Julian urged, without glancing up from the screen. I froze. I didn't realize that I was twisting my dress. "I am nervous. "You should be," he said. He finally locked his phone and put it down. He looked at me. His eyes were dark in the dim light of the car. "You just sold yourself to a man who hates your family," he explained.

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”