Juliet Burke Novels & Stories

A row of desks with a much nicer one in the center with the biggest computer I had ever seen. I scanned the room for him, and there he was. In the center of all the well dressed men. The selector. He was in his mid fifties, clean shaven with a hard brown eyed stare. His brows were furrowed deep in thought, etched in wrinkles. He looked at me as if he could flick me away with a single finger. "Elizabeth Burdett take the stage and stand still." He said, his voice carrying unwavering confidence. In the middle of the room was a small 4 feet long black tiled stage with a single step. I took a step towards it feeling my legs wobble from the tension.

He looked up from the twins and found my father sitting on the bar stool at our kitchen island. “Yes, when Juliet was born she had a fraternal twin named Jemma, she died in vitro, and Juliet absorbed everything from her in order to survive, I couldn’t operate. It was too risky for both of them and Katherine.” He slumped down taking a drink of the rum and coke he had every evening.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Volkov?" I turned around to see a beautiful woman by my side. She was pregnant and she was beautifully dressed in a blue dress that stopped at her knees. Her blonde hair stopped on top of her shoulders and her blue eyes were so bright. She looked straight out of a Disney movie. "Good evening," I smiled at her. she smiled back at me, "I am Yulia, Mr. Volkov's personal assistant." She chose her words carefully so I could tell she could only speak minimum English.

Rebecca said coldly, raising her voice at her. "I didn't mean to. She asked me to get her hat from her room and offered to take care of Lady Cathy until I return." Zita explained, "I'm sorry, Your grace. I shouldn't have let myself to be deceived by her." Rebecca did her best not to vent her anger on her. She saw how remorseful Zita was through her facial expression. She focused on her daughter and caught a glimpse of her arm. She raised it and saw thin line on it. It was red. This made the Duchess to boil with anger.

Juliet continued softly, “I will bury everything. Your father’s scandal. Your secrets. The documents Marcus hasn’t found yet. I will make sure your reputation survives—at least in tatters.” Elena felt her world wobble. “She has nothing to do with this,” Damian said hoarsely. “Take your revenge on me.” “I already have.” Juliet lifted her chin. “Now I want her gone. Break her publicly, and I’ll spare the rest of your name.” Damian shook his head immediately. “No.” Juliet shrugged. “Then Elena Harper will become the newest villain in the Cross downfall tragedy. And trust me… I can make the world believe anything.”

“Tell me, Miss Peterson. What do you do?” “I’m a student.” “Ah. A mere student.” Her gaze sharpened, as if she were cutting through my skin to read what lay beneath. “You look oddly familiar. Have we met before?” It was at that moment, Tara stepped in. “She’s Jake’s best friend. You must have met her when visiting.” There was a pause. Then Countess Geneviève shook her head. “No. That’s not it. She looks like someone I knew once.” Tara’s jaw clenched. “She’s Juliet’s daughter.”

"Stephanie! How has the baby been doing lately? I've been really busy lately, otherwise I would have accompanied you to the prenatal check-ups!" Sitting in the living room, Juliet, dressed elegantly, spoke with artistic flair. Despite being over forty, Juliet still exuded charm and took great care in her appearance. She would often visit the beauty salon, just to maintain her allure. Otherwise, how could she captivate Alexzander so much? Stephanie knew about Juliet's success in kicking out the legal wife and being brought into the house by Alexzander, taking over Mrs. Schwartz's position, while the legal wife's body was still warm.

She said in a low tone, "She was in a coma, but now she's awake, and George isn't aware of that. Once they get to the hospital, they'll end her life and that of my two friends who are staying with her.” I asserted briefly to her, “That's what I hate about George—he's too wicked." She spoke sharply. "Juliet, don't worry; I would gladly do anything without being paid, free for you. I am ready to kill anyone who works for George, anyone who associates with George, and anyone who looks like George, and I can kill George himself.”

Juliet was in the sitting room with her best friend, Victoria Elliott, discussing the upcoming full wolf moon festival. "I can't wait for your older brother to choose me. Up until now, I haven't found my mate, and I am already 19 years old," Victoria said. She was wearing a red short gown, and her eyes burned with irritation as she spotted Camila walking down the staircase with the basket of dirty clothes. Victoria turned back to Juliet and asked, "Who is this white bumpkin?" Juliet, chewing on a carrot that morning as she skipped breakfast with her mother, laughed and replied, "She is who you just called her, Victoria—a white bumpkin. I can’t imagine the Eastern Wood Pack having white creat

Escaping The Rake Intro- Juliette once had a bad but sensous run in with one of the takes of London 2 years ago and the scandal of that delayed her from catching a good suitor but now that's she's been reduced to nothing but a wallflower she intends to fulfill all her wants and desires. Juliette's P.O.V.