Juliet Cap Novels & Stories

Hey relax, I'm in the mansion already" she said with a giggle. "Damn you!" He cursed again after ending the call and then hurried into his room. As he walked down the stairs, Lucas hurried to meet him. "Boss someone's here to see you," he said "My sister?" He asked and Lucas nodded. He immediately walked down to the foyer where he saw Juliet walking majestically. She was dressed in a black velvet trouser and a black biker jacket. She also wore a black leather boot and a black facecap with the inscription "S.A.C.T".

Alicia, no one will get married in this] She giggled stripping out of it and pulling on her clothes then leaving again. Juliette picked it up reverently and looked at Alicia who shrugged, ‘Vai avanti provalo su’ [Go ahead and try it on] Juliette stripped to her underwear and pulled it up over her hips and the Designer tightened the laces standing back her eyes critically watching as the bride-to-be smoothed it down and then lifted her head. Her beautiful hair tumbled down like a glowing golden cape just as Rosa and Gina came into the room,

We ended up all agreeing on an ensemble Cleo put together while the rest of us were sorting through hair products: a pair of wide-legged black slacks, a spaghetti-strapped lace top that looked a lot like a corset and was see-through on the midsection, and a strappy pair of black high heels. “This poor guy won’t even know what hit him. You’re in the perfect position to break his heart for revenge or make him wish he could throw you on the table and bang your brains out!” Juliet said, twisting Emma’s hair up sections and clipping them up before starting a curling iron and straightener. Emma smiled at her own reflection in a determined air I couldn’t quite read. What was she planning on doing?

"I can take over both the roles of Alpha and Luna just as well as you can. Find that kid and bring her back here so Juliette can inherit her rightful place as this pack's future." "How do I look?" I heard Juliette ask us. We looked upstairs at her. Juliette was hesitant to walk down. She held her hand on her hips as she struck a pose for us. She was a laced black dress that stopped at her knees. It was short sleeved with a v-line and padding to shape her chest. She was dolled up in accessories, light make-up shadowing her eyes, and six inch heels to make her feel taller. "Well?" She asked as she looked at me directly.

Juliet interrupted Jane. "I don't work on them as frequently. Let me show you." Jane got up, before returning with a wooden box. Juliet opened the box and smiled. "You are so great at this, Jane. They look amazing! Can I have one?" "Take whatever you want, Juliet." "Sure. I will take this red one. I like red." Juliet picked a long hairpin with red flowers painted on it. "I'll put it on for you, Juliet! You are fair so this will definitely suit you."

"Consider it done, my dear. Tell your stepsister to bring her finest portfolio... and her sweetest manners." Meanwhile, four miles away in the quiet, sunlit sanctuary of the Grand Horizon penthouse, the atmosphere was thick with a very different kind of intensity. Juliet sat at her large drafting desk in the south studio wing, surrounded by a mountain of technical spec sheets, wholesale fabric quotes, and international shipping ledgers. The afternoon sun poured through the twenty-foot glass walls, illuminating the fine dust of tailoring chalk floating in the air. Juliet was dressed in a comfortable, fitted black tank top and dark jeans, her dark hair pulled up into a loose, messy bun held to

After I quit my job to become a full-time househusband, my wife, Brooke Lowell, left me with nothing but a bank card capped at 1,000 dollars a month. She said children had to be raised with hardship to grow up strong, and was always worried I might secretly give our daughter special treatment. But 1,000 dollars was nowhere near enough to cover a household's monthly expenses. Every time the kindergarten asked for nutrition fees, I could only swallow my pride and beg for leniency. "She's just a child. Why does she need that much money? You've got some nerve, living so comfortably on 1,000 a month." I had thought Brooke's harshness was meant to temper our daughter's character. That illusion

The Luna of the West Pack possessed a spine forged from steel. Standing up so fast her chair tipped over and crashed onto the floor, Juliet glared at the pregnant woman across the table. “You are an ingrate,” Juliet spat, venom dripping from every syllable. “My father gave you a crown, and you let it turn you into a cold-hearted bitch. You are going to watch my family burn and do nothing.” “Have a safe trip back to the border, Juliet,” Larissa replied calmly, refusing to take the bait. Letting out a frustrated scream, Juliet turned and stormed out of the dining hall.

The horrid look on her face. Finally, I gave up and sent her a bunch of text messages. Micah - hey Micah - I’m trying to buy you something really expensive online. Micah - what would you like me to buy for you? Micah - hurry up and make a choice. I’m freezing my butt out in the cold. Juliet - a Birkin. Limited edition.

I chuckled. My hands were pinned above my head and I felt his other hand holding my hip down. My dress was already ridden up and I was sure my nipples were peeking through my dress. Why did I take my bra off please? "Drop the attitude. Don't test me," he said again. "And if I refuse?" I raised a brow. "You won't like the consequences, Rosaline," he glared at me with his jaw clenched. Why did he have to be fine? Why can't he just be ugly?