Juliet Burke Novels & Stories

This time genuinely. Look at this, Don Damien. Your so-called heir is spiralling down the toilet flush like a waste of a good gift. If only he had half your talent, he might put that little gift of his to a better use. ***** [Juliette’s POV] I stood in my office—the same one Ralph had stood in, until a week ago—and gazed aimlessly at the cityscape beyond the glass wall. The baby is three weeks old. That means it’s as vulnerable as a bubble. So no vigorous movements for now.

“She probably takes after you in that department. Center of attention and all.” Maddox’s lips quirked. Aiden smothered a chuckle. I had to smile. “What did you find?” “Juliet Brennan. Deceased. Only child. Parents deceased. Born in Calgary, lived there, in BC, and finally Ontario. One daughter—the one you met last night. Juliet was a successful model for about five years. Then she disappeared. Opened her own agency two years later. Closed after three years in business. Worked at a tax center.”

Lucian reminded him. "Who? Ophelia?" he inquired with surprise. He didn't know that well about Ophelia. From the she reacted towards Jonathan's adopted daughter, whose name I don't want to take, she is the type to hold a grudge if they hurt someone she likes. She is the loyal kind. That's why she volunteered to pour that chemical on her head, Darius thought "Yes, that girl" Lucian confirmed his suspension. Darius hid his amused smile behind his palm.

But her hands were shaking and she eventually had to drop it back down onto the table, right beside the other report that needed her immediate review. 5. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:54 Isabelle even managed to snap her cell phone shut with a god like arrogance before looking at the other Brethren Members that she had congregated around her, all of whom were waiting to see what she would do next. “One of our contacts has just informed me that Alice Cuthbert is in the custody of Nemesis.” The Brethren Member, who had been leader up until the creature that occupied Isabelle had been raised, stepped forward. “This can only be a good thing. It keeps Oswald occupied while we plan our next move.”

because. —You'll go to the Rose house, we'll talk there later, now I have to go to the meeting, I'm already late. —The meeting should have started ten minutes ago but Mr. Brown had not let his daughter start until Santiago was present. "Okay, sir," Rose said, somewhat annoyed and she left the place. Julian was like Emily's second father. That girl made the men of the house the way she wanted and it was nice to see those things. In the meeting room everyone was chatting happily, since Mr. Brown had asked questions to distract them.

I ask. “Julia, you have to understand. When I saw her that day when that boy rejected her, I could see a glimpse of her heart. She would have considered being a Luna for the right person. I had never considered maybe she wanted to be a Luna. I felt like I wanted to give her time to consider her options. But she kept pushing for the Alpha role and finally Gregory and I decided she needed to really be challenged. She’d been protected to this point,” I say as Julia’s face changes to a look of horror.

Press that could tear a collection apart before a single model stepped on the runway. But what Juliette hadn’t counted on? Zara wasn’t the same girl she once bullied in Milan. She wasn’t just a hustler now. She was Alec’s woman. And she had claws of her own. She picked up her sketchbook, flipping to the last design—a gown sewn in silence, its silhouette molded from the fragments of her rage. Smoke and shadows. Power and pain. She would wear it for war. Behind her, the soft shuffle of footsteps warned her Alec had woken.

a young lady dressed in a neat dress said as she approached me. “Thank you. It’s all my best friend, Juliet’s idea,” I said, gesturing to Juliet, who was standing beside me. “She’s the mastermind behind all this.” The lady smiled at Juliet. “Aren’t you Miss Ryder, owner of Jace Perfume?” Her eyes widened as she stared at Juliet. “Yes,” Juliet replied, and I couldn’t stop smiling. “Wow, I’m honored to meet you in person,” she said. “I’ve heard a lot about you and watched how you fought for your company. I admire your strength.”

"I didn't even know you were back." It was Juliet who said that, Juliet was the house help, she just turned 19 recently and gave herself the big chop. Which she rocked like any popular Instagram model claiming brand influencer. She was skinny with a double d chest and a bit off a backside. She had one jeans and a white singlet. Juliet had been working for them for about a year now, she and Janet had become quite close because she was really a character. A funny one at that, with the year she had spent with them, Janet had come to know that she had been with more than four boys, her latest one was as good as a sugar daddy. He was 30.

Sadly I was now one of them. Juliet's lips were painted red and her eyes sparkled innocently as she brushed her hand down her flowery dress that stopped mid thigh. I wanted to snort. Everyone always thought Juliet was innocent because the girl was very talented enough to hide her true vile personality. Either her acting skills grew or, she really had changed. She smiled, her eyes dancing from Katrina and me happily. " I remember you two," her eyes flicker back to me. " Especially you Bailey." Of course you did, you picked on me for having freckles on my nose.