Julie Andrews Novels & Stories

The game was still mine and I kept that knowledge tucked away behind my sternum where it couldn't reach my face. "Julie." Andrew's voice came out flat and commanding and I felt Julie shift behind me before her name had finished landing in the air. She stepped forward, her head bowed, her hands clasped behind her back, and she was shaking. I could see it from where I was standing, the trembling in her hands, the unsteadiness in her shoulders, the way she was holding herself together through effort rather than calm. For the love of the moon goddess, I need her to hold it together right now.

Lily skimmed, “Tarzan star Johnny Weissmuller fighting, blah, blah, oh, yes, here.” ‘However, the biggest buzz among El Morocco’s distinguished guests was the stunning reappearance of the dashing but reclusive Andrew James. Society’s regular night-crawlers did a double take when Mr. James, who’s been smarting since his broken engagement to the beautiful Juliet Sinclair a few years ago...’ Lily paused, turning to look at Andrew over her shoulder in surprise. “You were engaged?” She raked him with her sky-blue eyes. “Hmmm. Anyway—”

I quickly nudged his side and violently whispered, “That’s my husband, Alpha Andrew.” His mouth formed an O. Julius looked at him from head to toe. By the looks of it, I was sure he got mesmerized by Andrew’s physical traits. He gave me a nod of amazement as he personally met him. “You totally got a real catch, babe.” Julius bowed his head as a show of courtesy. Then he turned around again, waving his arms and grinning. “See you tomorrow, sissy.” His smile radiated a vibrant joy that I found myself smiling back at.

Andrews, who doesn't want to lose her daughter. ***

They painted a picture of Evangeline as that uneducated country girl with zero class. The comments turned into a free-for-all, with insults flying even at those who tried to stay neutral. It was a full-blown brawl in text form. Julia was the picture of misery, biting her tongue to keep from cursing out loud, clinging to her image as a proper lady. Evangeline did not hold back, though. She and Andrew were slinging mud like pros, and Andrew was so ticked off that he was thumping his chest like a madman.

Antoine de Saint - Exupery ~ “No. I am not.” I pull my hand away from his hold. “You’re lying! I’m Julie Saint Andrews.” I need to make him see that. There are too many people thinking that I’m Juliet. If I start believing them, I will eventually forget who I actually am and I can’t let that happen. “I am not Juliet. You can’t simply come up to me, change my entire identity, and expect me to believe you.”

“It’s fine. Just… how did you get the money to rent this place? What about your job? You said Angelie had something lined up for you.” Julia smiled tightly, walking over to give her mum a side hug. “I told you already, a good Samaritan helped me out. Just wanted me to have peace and start something of my own. This house is nothing, and don’t worry, Mum. As long as we’re together, we’ll be fine. I promise.” She wanted to say more. So much more. But she bit her tongue and swallowed the truth like medicine. *************** Andrew stirred as the familiar scent of perfume teased his senses. Elizabeta was nearby. He blinked and saw her standing by his bed, holding a small tray.

She has the same name, Lucy Julius. Now, she becomes Lucy Julius in the novel! Lucy Julius is an orphan, fell in love with Andrew at first sight three years ago, and has been devotedly following him for three years. These years have not been easy. People around Andrew mocked her, coming from a poor family at the countryside, and not beautiful and ashamed in public. Although Andrew played with her, he didn't care much about her, just treating her like a petty. But because of her deep love for Andrew, she silently endured all this, never complaining to him, even risking her life for him several times.

I grabbed the microphone and addressed the audience. “I’m so sorry I was late,” I said, flashing a smile. “I’m Julia, Andrew’s wife.” The audience clapped, and I heard a couple of people compliment my dress and appearance. I glanced at Andrew, looking for admiration. But his face was expressionless and cold. Ten minutes later, the guests were mingling over drinks. I stood proudly beside Andrew, until he excused us and pulled me aside. “Why are you dressed like that?” he asked. “Who are you trying to seduce?”

It was mainly things I already knew. Julia Love 27 years old 5’4” tall, shoe size 6, cup size DDD, waist 32 inches Parents: Nancy Love and Jacob Harris Siblings: none Significant others: Ray Moore James Wilson Birthday June 27 Address: XXXX Jackson St, New Orleans, Louisiana XXXXX apt: 1301 Phone number: XXX-XXX-XXXX Worked: Oak Hills High-school as senior English teacher Plains Capital Banks as a teller Currently employed by: Mackenzie Realtor’s office