Julie Bowen Novels & Stories

“I don’t think it’s right for us to do that, Mr. Bennett. We’d be deceiving the people around us.” It’s frustrating to hear that. “Not to mention people will talk about me.” “Let me handle that part, Ricci.” “It’s much more complicated than you think, Mr. Bennett.” I furrow my brows in confusion. “Julia, do you have someone? Is that it?” “No!” She almost shouts the answer. However, she takes a deep breath before continuing. “Mr. Bennett, look at you.” She points at me. “You’re the CEO of one of the biggest construction companies and one of the most prestigious architects in this country.”

Confused, he asked, “What are you doing, Ms. Crawford? Did you drop something?” “No. You said he was Mr. York’s right-hand man. I know who he is. He must be Josh Bucham. He is as famous as Mr. York. I learned about him before coming to Wiltspoon. Mr. Bucham’s wife is best friends with Mr. York’s wife. “I admire the strong, and Mr. Bucham is a powerhouse. I want to go back and see if I can get a picture of him.” Julian had no words.

“It can be boring. I’ll take boring.” “Then here’s a fact.” Julie turned fully to face him with the expression of someone about to deliver a verdict. “I am a woman who finished writing a six-hundred page novel in four months while also holding a part-time job and helping my best friend navigate a fake—” She stopped. Cleared her throat. “A very complicated personal situation. I do not have the patience or the interest for whatever this is.” She gestured between herself and him. “So. Move.” Julius looked at her for a moment.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I would fight for our love and our family. I would like to be the strong wife and mother my family deserve. “Oh, that was just a small lesson for you to stop chasing him,” I replied, stepping closer. “I heard you offering yourself to him. My advice? Move on.” Julie’s smile faltered, and she gritted her teeth. “Do you really think I came here for Rafael?” She sneered. “You’re desperate! I’m here as the advertising face of one of Roswen’s American branches.”

“Remember I no longer work at his office ,I resigned already.” “Well, let’s see what I can pull up about that crazy family,” Juliana replied. She walked to her room and when she came back, she had a laptop in her hand. Her hand gently placed it down on the table and she took her seat while I leaned closer to see what she was doing. Her hand ran fast on the buttons, clicking and pressing every button like a pro. I was left wondering how Juliana was so good at it because the last I remember she is a fashion designer, not a tech pro.

Caleb was a boy playing with matches; Julian was the inferno. Julian wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He looked out at the crowd, then down at Caleb. "Allow me to reintroduce my wife," Julian announced, his eyes cold and deadly. "Mrs. Vivian Thorne." Gasps erupted. A wine glass smashed somewhere in the back. "Wife?" Chloe shrieked, forgetting her act. "That’s impossible! She was engaged to Caleb this morning!" "And he discarded her," Julian said smoothly. "One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Although..." He looked at Caleb with a sneer. "Only a fool throws away a diamond to pick up a piece of glass."

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.