Julie Garwood Novel Novels & Stories

So calm and gentle that one would think he was nobody dangerous and had nothing to hide. Rising from her seat, Julie approached that shelve and gave a hard stare at the book. And the longer she stared at it, she did not know why but it seem to be becoming more and more mysterious, nearly enticing, in her eyes. It was really strange as it was just a book and there was no way it would be about him… right? Was this because she was just thinking too much? That must be the case, she thought, sighing. Still, she reached out to retrieve the book when all of a sudden, she heard the soft sound of the doors closing and muted falls of footsteps coming towards her.

Very closely. I hated admitting it, but I felt jealous. Of the godmother, of the women who might pass through his life, even of Ana’s shadow lingering over us. I had no right to feel that way, but I did. Julie grabbed my hand when we were in the yard. The garden was blooming despite the heavy air in the house. "You don’t like my godmother, do you?" she asked quietly. "I don’t like her much either." She shrugged and looked at me seriously, with those eyes that seem to see my sins.