Novel & Cerita Juliet Cap

The heavy lock clicked, and the door swung open. Juliet walked in. She was no longer wearing her expensive tweed suits or her signature pearls. She wore a plain, oversized orange jumpsuit that made her look small and frail. Her perfect silver hair was pulled back into a messy knot, and her face looked pale without her usual makeup. But as she sat down across from me, she still held her chin high. The cold pride in her eyes had not changed. "You actually came," Juliet said, her voice thin and sharp. She rested her cuffed hands flat on the steel table. The metal chains rattled softly against the surface.

Juliet was frowning while examining the amulet. “It’s lovely. I want it.” With that, she started taking it off her neck. “Luna. It belongs to Omegas. You deserve something… like a diamond.” Beta Russel spoke again. But it seemed Juliet had turned deaf. She took that out of Emma’s neck and tied it around her own neck. “Take them.” She ordered. Emma’s eyes were full of tears now. When the guards took them, Luna Juliet was still inspecting the Persian amulet.

Juliet turned to me. “Mara!” She called out and I frowned, knowing fully well that my name wasn't Mara but before I could correct her, someone rushed past me in a white and black uniform which covered all of her legs. The lady had straight brown hair that was packed into a low bun coupled with a hat. “Yes Miss Juliet?” the girl answered, she had a timid voice and if i wasn't paying attention i would assume that she never responded. “Where is my dress?” Juliet asked as her eyes skimmed over the dresses splayed out on the bed, if i counted right it was about twenty, if not more.

POV: Juliana Capulet The leather-bound copy of Jane Eyre felt like contraband in Juliana's hands as she curled deeper into the window seat of her tower bedroom. Outside, the manicured gardens of the Capulet compound stretched toward the Pacific coastline, beautiful and pristine as a postcard. Inside, the walls of her gilded cage pressed closer every day. "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." Charlotte Brontë's words burned across the page like a challenge.

I'm here because Nadine wants me to and I'm willing to be with her because I need to learn to like her, she's my future wife. "... Calland." When I heard that last name, I automatically turned my head to the stage. My whole body froze seeing Juliet was one of the candidate of the auction. My heart was beating so fast and I started to panic. She looked sinfully beautiful tonight. She was wearing a black tight dress and she's going to go home with one of the man here. My head started to go on panic mode. She's currently introducing herself to the crowd and people cheered. "I bet.. someone will bid around 1 million euros tonight." Carter said as he laughed.

I was also catching Jude’s and he smelled just as fucking good. Juliet had on a nicer dress than I’d seen her in as well, and heels which she never wore. They were cute and light blue, I’d caught a glimpse when she was getting in the car. Her dress was white and cute too. United front indeed I supposed. She probably also expected to be photographed so I couldn’t blame her. “What are we waiting for,” Juliet asked, when the car didn’t move. She took the words right out of my mouth and that’s why I liked her so much. We were on the same wavelength.

The weight in my chest pressed heavier as a soft melody began to play, and the grand screen at the front of the hall flickered to life. An image of Juliet appeared, dressed in an elegant, shimmering sequin gown, poised like royalty. In her hands, she held a square-shaped perfume bottle, sleek and sophisticated. It looked eerily familiar, its design striking a chord within me. My breath hitched. It took a moment, a long, agonizing moment, before realization hit me like a freight train. I’d seen that design before.

The servers are known to be quite sassy as they try to keep low scale individuals off the property. With full hands, I spot an irritated Juliet by the doors. “What are you doing here?” “I thought I would help.” Juliet flings her hands out. She wants to help in her six inch heels and short mini skirt that barely covers her ass. Without a choice, I have to agree. Even though her help will be useless and slow, I need all the hands I can get. “Okay, grab some balloons or bags from my car,” I retort by bossing her around.

Every time she saw Romeo together with Julius she would sneak and peek on them. One night she decided not to go to bed early as she usually did. She knew that her brother had invited his friend to their home. She waited until the late hours of the night. She heard their footsteps and decided to sneak behind their backs. What she saw make her weak at the knees. No wonder Romeo had not had a serious relationship with the girl he once dated in their village. Nomusa was a beautiful and perfect young girl. She had beauty and brains. Zamantungwa knew that Nomusa could make a perfect wife one day. She was also coming from the royal family. She and Nomusa were getting along so well and she knew tha

“She is a rude girl. Who doesn’t get scared when they see a vampire in their house?” Raven was wrong. Of course she was scared, she just couldn’t show it. Juliet was used to wearing a mask. The one with the rude behavior. But she wasn’t. She was like a rose, so beautiful and captivating. However, if you didn’t treat it with due care… Its thorns would set you back, protecting herself. “What will you do with them?” “It’s none of your business.” “Perhaps I should notify you that Camille is on her way,” the jerk dropped.