Julie Andrews Novels & Stories

'Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's been brought to our attention that Janie Andrews, the estranged wife of heartthrob and musical popstar Ryder Sumner, has had a bout with karma, and karma knocked her on her ass. 'In a little while, let's say two minutes; there will be pictures downloaded on our website. Fair warning, you may want to put down whatever food or drink you're having before taking a look at these. I've seen them firsthand, folks, and I've got to say, they are not for the faint of heart.'

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.