Juliet Michele Novels & Stories

he said and looked at the whole anxious students who are really eager to hear the results from the summers. " let's hear from the four judges, who our winner for today's competition is" the m.c said and walked up to the summers and collected the papers from them. he went through the papers, making the anxious students like silver, merrissa, Naina and many other students who loves Nicki to groan in frustration. He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning.

And just like a sappy, old romance movie, Michele stupidly fell inlove with the woman, and he completely forgot that he is supposed to get married with her. But she's Celeste Vitale, and "giving up" is not in her vocabulary. She needs to make a plan before she talks to Clarissa. She needs to convince her that Michele is not the one for her, and she would ask her to give up on him.

And this man knows that as well. Dominguez sighs. “I didn’t touch your wife,” he said, changing tactics. “But Juaquin is fucking eager to have his way with her.” I almost choked in disgust. “I know,” said Dominguez. “He didn’t want to fuck her per se, but he wanted to watch his men play with your wife. That bastard is sick…” he murmured under his breath, disgusted by his disturbing revelation. That is not far from reality. Juaquin’s disturbing reputation persists. If she truly is Vicente’s daughter, they’d ruin her however they can, even going that low. And I don’t want to take chances about Rylee’s safety.

Pain bloomed across my cheek, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation that followed. “How dare you, Edward Miles,” she snapped, her voice trembling with anger as she cradled her reddened wrist. “Security!” she called out sharply. Eric, her ever-loyal personal assistant, appeared almost instantly, cutting through the crowd with purpose. I knew I had to move fast. If I didn’t act now, I might never get the chance again, not to speak to her, not to see Jace. “If I were you, Juliet, I wouldn’t do that,” I said, raising my voice just enough to catch her attention, and everyone else's. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the envelope with the DNA test. “You might want to see this first.

Her heart immediately dropped when she recognised the elegant-looking woman within a few seconds. It was the woman she had seen in pictures online... Michelle Graham, Alex's mother... "You must be Juliet" Michelle said, a smirk appearing on her face as she eyed Juliet from head to toe... Juliet was dressed casually because she wasn't going anywhere and she immediately became self-conscious of herself because of how Michelle was staring at her...

She waved her hand in the air, as if what I’d said was nonsense. “That doesn’t count.” She approached us and extended her hand to my woman. “Marcela Sinclair, Noah’s cousin. And you must be Juliet Pierce.” Juliet took Marcela’s hand politely. “Pleasure to meet you, Marcela.” “The pleasure…” Marcela paused deliberately. “Is all mine.” Juliet released her hand. “I don’t remember mentioning my woman’s name,” I said, pulling Ju closer. I needed to control myself—the urge to put Marcela in her place was eating at me.

I mean seriously just fucking look at you’ Juliette was stunned by her outburst and slowly stood up, turning away she placed the tissues in her hands in the waste-bin, lifting her head her eyes flashed, ‘Well forgive me for being human’ Her voice dripped sarcasm and she grabbed her jacket and walked out of Carlotta’s villa signalling to her Guards she got into the waiting car, ‘Juliette wait’ The older woman followed her out but she was in no mood to listen tapping the glass divider she turned her face away as the car moved off. She stayed away from them all, refusing to answer her phone or the door she told her Guards to refuse access to everyone. She cried a lot, she felt betrayed by them

I glared at him. "Oh my goodness, Daniel. Just let us torture her and make her do our bidding. She's clearly not interested in negotiations plus her voice is kinda annoying." Juliet snapped, clearly impatient. "Last resort, Juliet. Remember?" He turned to look at her and she rolled her eyes. She looked annoyed about something and something told me it had to do with Micah. "Why so touchy, Juliet?" I asked. She gave me a less than happy look. "Micah refused you again?" I asked with a wicked smile.

"Okay, Roman." Roman leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear for one dangerous, electric second longer, before he slowly, deliberately stepped back, releasing her from his grip. Juliet sat at her desk, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body burning with a deep, lingering heat, looking up at the gold invitation to the Metropolitan Elite Investor Mixer. She didn't know that Mr. Sterling and Karen were setting a trap for her. And she didn't know that the "driver" standing behind her had already marked her as his sovereign queen—and was about to turn that exclusive mixer into an absolute bloodbath for anyone who dared to step in her way.

I wondered how she could act so convincingly. Just moments ago, she had rushed back from another man's side. Now, she was playing the part of my devoted fiancee. "I needed money because… I wanted to prepare a wedding gift for you," I said. Juliet's eyes lit up immediately. "Really? I'll look forward to your surprise, honey." I hoped she would like it when the time came. In the following days, Juliet didn't come home. Luke's messages to me, however, never stopped. In a Maybach that had been chosen as our wedding car, the leather seat was stained with large, damp patches. A video showed the area beneath the seat was littered with torn condom wrappers.