Julie Chen Book Novels & Stories

The numbers did not seem as important as the ring on her finger and the quietness of the room. "You are already working " Julian said, as he walked towards her with two cups of coffee. He put one down next to her. His hand stayed on her shoulder for a bit. His thumb was drawing circles on her skin. "I thought we said we would do nothing today, just sleep in and forget about the world." "I was just looking at the reviews, " Elena said, leaning back into Julian's warm body. "People are saying nice things about my book. They say it is honest and real. It feels weird Julian being known for telling the truth about our lives of making things up."

What the hell is she supposed to do with a notebook filled with doodles? Julienne must be joking when he said that it was imperative that she keep this book and it’s contents safe. But for fuck’s sake--nothing is readable in there. It looks like a toddler got a hold of a pen and written something and someone thought it was fun to make it look like it will be importance one day.

You can expect at least **four updates a week**, and possibly more! Thank you, truly, for your love, support, and for reading and gifting my book. It means the world to me. With love and gratitude, **— LoveJulie** 💕 I stepped out of the house, the sunlight hitting my face, too bright for the storm inside me. Everything in my mind was about Lisa. The cabin I planned for us. The ring I was going to give her. I could already picture her face when I proposed how her eyes would light up, how she’d smile and say yes.

I was tempted to shred the leaflet or better still, throw it straight at that stupid, mean boy’s face. Somehow, Dina failed to read the room and decided now was the best time to approach Julian to….. Chat? Flirt? Talk? Or maybe she's just stupid. “Hey, Julie, here…” she said, handing him a book. “I paid someone to do the science assignment for you.” there was a proud smile on her face. He was scrolling through his phone, barely glancing up at her. “Thanks. It’s Julian,” he murmured, not even bothering to collect the book.

Her wedding ring was gone, replaced by a cheap silver band she’d bought at a gas station. "You’re staring at the wall again, Claire." Elena jumped, her hand instinctively flying to her stomach. Julian stood by the history stacks, looking entirely out of place in his tailored wool coat. "You shouldn't come here," Elena whispered, her voice trembling. "People talk in this town. A man like you—you look like trouble." Julian pulled a book from the shelf—The History of Maritime Disasters—and flipped through it without looking at her. "I am trouble. But I’m also the only reason you aren't a headline in the city. How is the head?"

An hour and a half later I'm shutting my computer down for the night and gathering my purse and jacket looking up when the door opens as Julie enters. Smiling at Julie as I walk around the desk, I greet her. "Hey Jules, you look nice," I say taking in her apperance as we walk toward the exit. She has on a long sleeve pull over burgandy shirt, a pair of tight light blue skinny jeans and a pair of black flip-flops with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail and light makeup. "Thanks B, are we stopping at your place so you can change or are you wearing what you have on?"

"Or do you in anyway only feel alive when everyone thinks you're untouchable?" He let out a laugh, now quieter, then he leaned back, studying me a little longer than necessary. "I must tell you, you're seriously playing a dangerous game Julian." "And I can remember vividly that you invited me to it," I said smoothly. "It would be better if we both don't pretend you didn't enjoy it " That made Chen's reaction to change to anger, or maybe curiosity, I didn't know which one for sure, but all I know is that it made me feel a certain way. A way that I liked, and hated at the same time.

If I'm lucky, Helen would be prone on a mat by my side, reading a book in just a red bikini. "Helen's book is being adapted for a movie?" Julie pushes her phone to me. I look at it and it's a post on a movie producer's page. He only talks about the book, but it just meant he had taken a liking to Helen's second book, "Even though we are not". I hand the phone back to Julie with a smile. "If it's what it means, I'm happy for her." "Right. She deserves it," Julie says, looking at her phone. "I can't believe it took you going to prison for Julie to make a career path of her writing."

he said, pointing to the chair across from him. She obeyed, lowering herself onto the chair, her eyes flicking to the notebook. The air was heavy, tense. She could almost hear her heartbeat. Julian slid the notebook across to her. The cover was plain, black, but inside she could see neat writing, his bold strokes filling the pages. “What’s this?” she asked softly. “My rulebook for you,” Julian said simply. His tone left no room for laughter, no room for doubt. Her lips parted slightly. “Rules? AGAIN?”

WARNING!!! This chapter might contain explicit scenes. Please read it at your peril. Slowly but with vigilance, Esther paced forward bestowing glances around. The voices died down as she went further. Richard became soft in the presence of a woman. Julie had it all. She had the art to lure and love without frailty in the game, but she was treacherous, selfish and greedy. She lay on top of him and soaked him with kisses. In the middle of his pleasure, he remembers Jina and becomes stiff. Julie laboured to coax him into motion by attempting every nasty move but he was raw. Romancing a man had always been a cakewalk for her, but this time it seemed her efforts were drained.