Juliet Burke の小説・ストーリー

She quietly asked her secretary, Annie Hudson, in the front seat, "Has Julian been with her for the past three months?" Annie answered immediately, "The woman's name is Catherine Burke. She's Mr. Ziegler's childhood sweetheart, though not very bright. Three months ago, Mr. Ziegler pushed through objections and arranged for her to join his company, keeping her well protected." She handed a stack of documents to Willow. Willow skimmed through them. She felt like she could make way for Catherine. As long as Julian was willing to split the joint property, she'd take her share and leave, with no second thoughts.

“Tyr, you can’t do as you like with this matter. Juliet is the eldest daughter of the Jones family of Strego City. If you dare to do anything, the consequences will be unthinkable.” Tyr, however, smiled coldly and shook his head. “Whatever the consequences are, they will be borne by I, Tyr Summers, alone. Juliet must die today, end of discussion.”

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

“Hey, there’s this chick who was watching you perform.” “What is your name?” Catherine asked anxiously. “Brittany,” the girl confidently answered. Anita looked at her daughter with her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline. From here, Catherine knew that Anita liked her vibe already, but for some reasons, Catherine wants to stop her mother from thinking this way. The final audition is the day after that, anyway. There’s plenty more waiting to be discovered. Including her ballerina.

She looked down at the book, flipping the discolored and dusty pages. "I'll go." A guard chimed in. He was tall and slim but showed great amounts of strength. "Perfect. One last question." "Yes, my lady?" "How do we choose who rubs the potion on?" Her voice was empty. "That, my lady, is up to you." June packed her small bag and got the horse ready. She was going with some guard named Lucas. She would much rather go alone, but Marge insisted she brings someone with her. At least she won't be lonely.

“He wouldn’t even have to know! Why can’t the men in my life just let me live it?” “You’re technically not even old enough to be here,” I remind her. She holds up a finger. “Ah, but I’m old enough to work here! I looked it up before I came in to interview.” Rather than stopping short in front of the desk, Juliet starts to round it, coming to my side. My eyes unwittingly drop to her legs- those fucking legs- which is why I’m not paying attention when she leans in and steals my glass of bourbon, bringing it to her lips and downing it like a shot. She then flashes me a smile, setting the glass back down as she hops up to sit on the edge of the desk.

Julia nodded smiling and slowly closed her eyes back to rest. "Here are the reports miss" Joyce said gently placing a stack of documents on Juliet's table. Juliet nodded and waved her away still concentrating on the file she was reading. Joyce bowed a little and left, as soon as she left Juliet grabbed the documents and began to go through the profiles of the staffs carefully. Then she found Julia ownand pulled it out of the lot with an evil grin. Name: Julia Bacock Age:30 Area of study: Finance Address: flat 305 Adrina complex

The top bunk—her bed—was now occupied by Juliet, who lay sprawled across the mattress, tapping away on her phone with a bored expression. “What is this?” Anna asked sharply, her voice trembling. Juliet didn’t bother looking up. “What does it look like? I moved. I need air. That lower bed is too stuffy.” Anna stepped closer, anger boiling inside her. “You threw my clothes on the floor?” Juliet raised a brow. “If they were so precious, you should’ve stayed home with your sugar daddy instead of coming here to play student.” The words hit Anna like a slap. “What did you just say?” she said, her voice low but laced with fury.

The old woman retorted, and Stasia's eyes burned. "Word of advice, don't get your hopes up. They will surely dump you when the time comes. I promise you," she growled, and Martha collected her flowers from Stasia, refusing to sell the bouquet to her. "I have said nothing wrong, Aunty. She will regret it." Stasia said, and my eyes bulged, realising Martha was related to Stasia. "I can't believe you will entertain her. I would have been Luna if it weren't for her," she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave.

The mistress then replied angrily, “Mrs Sharon, What if I was in your place? don't you think he would love me as he does for you? Is it because I am a prostitute?” Mrs Sharon then replied, “I am sorry you had to go through what you did to result you in this situation but I just can't make Ben suffer with the mentality of her mother being a prostitute. ” Juliet heard footsteps approaching and hurriedly ran away. She couldn't sleep throughout the night and thought of several ways. Then suddenly a thought came into mind. She got up and took her phone then dialed a number, it went through and what came out of her little plump lipsticked mouth was,