Juliet Michele Novels & Stories

They all ordered wine while I resorted to juice. “so, how old are you Camila?” Judith asked. “19, will be 20 in a month” She smiled showing perfect white 32 teeth “just a year younger than Roman” I gasped in surprise. He was only 20 years old but behaved like someone who was over 30 years. “so how is home?” he asked his parents and they divulged into a conversation that I knew nothing of. We took our orders and made small talk while the food was brought.

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

Beatrice, her stepmother, would undoubtedly use the opportunity to banish her forever. Julian lowered his phone, stepping forward until his towering frame pinned Elena against the wall. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to her ear. "You know, ever since I first saw this photo on that site, I've been incredibly curious ... just how exquisite my sister-in-law's body is, hidden beneath those baggy clothes you always wear," Julian whispered in a dark, sensual, and wicked tone. "I can't wait to taste you. To shatter your innocence, and take that purity you pride yourself on."

She blinked twice out of her haze and turned her head, measuredly before reaching for the phone and then picked it up swiftly. Her eyes narrowed when she read the name on the screen. “Juliet,” She blinked twice again. Juliet? She murmured leaning forward with a twisted face. She hadn’t heard from her in months. Juliet worked in service of the Hayes household when Isla was still there. One of the younger maids actually, quiet and very respectful. Years ago, Isla had stepped in when Juliet was being wrongly blamed by some of her older colleagues for breaking an antique vase. She had spoken up for the girl. Helped her keep her job. Even slipped her some money afterward for her sick mother’s hos

Imagine how sexy that is. "What do you want, Leo?" She asked after she ended the call. She walked towards me and sat on the sofa right across me. I grabbed her black file and put it in front of her. "I want you to introduce me to Felice Giordano and Rachel Violante." I said and she looked at me like she wanted to say something but she held it back. "Felice is a little bit shy, so don't even think about pranking her. She's a sensitive woman." Juliet said as she opened the file. Why would I prank that woman? I only prank and make fun of the woman I like.

Julie resisted the urge to cheer Stephen on. Aria stood there beside Michael, unsure if Stephen intentionally insulted her or complimented her. Julie could see her running through the conversation to figure it out. Then she gave up on that. How does Juliette contribute when you work together? Type reports? Take dictation?” She was trying to get the attention of everyone with that rather unfortunate exchange by asking a question to appear smarter than she was. She included a rather annoying tapping sound from her metallic silver stiletto heels.

The mistress then replied angrily, “Mrs Sharon, What if I was in your place? don't you think he would love me as he does for you? Is it because I am a prostitute?” Mrs Sharon then replied, “I am sorry you had to go through what you did to result you in this situation but I just can't make Ben suffer with the mentality of her mother being a prostitute. ” Juliet heard footsteps approaching and hurriedly ran away. She couldn't sleep throughout the night and thought of several ways. Then suddenly a thought came into mind. She got up and took her phone then dialed a number, it went through and what came out of her little plump lipsticked mouth was,

“I know you’re not around often because you can’t face the memories. I understand that. But don’t mistake it—Monet isn’t here to replace her.” Juliet’s lips curved in a sharp, cold smile. “Monet. Yes. The orphan girl from the convent. The employee turned wife.” Her smile sharpened, her voice dropping to a venomous purr. “Tell me, Richard, how long has she warmed your bed? Rumor says it’s been since the day she first entered your house.” The words landed like a blow, though Richard kept his eyes forward. The atmosphere in the room tensed; both lawyers cleared their throats inconspicuously. Harvey laid a restraining hand on Juliet’s shoulder.

"Yes, I found a very kind man. He's willing to help me arrest Eric Pierce." "That's too kind of him. Can I meet him?" "Of course, babe," Lucas kissed her forehead, “His name is Robert. I’ll take you to see him after,” ~~ "Do I look okay?" Juliette asked, checking herself for the tenth time in front of the mirror. She wore a Russian violet midi dress with heels, and Lucas chose a white dress shirt and black pants because of the dinner Kyle invited all of them to. Lucas hugged her from behind and smiled at her through the mirror.

“I don’t think it’s right for us to do that, Mr. Bennett. We’d be deceiving the people around us.” It’s frustrating to hear that. “Not to mention people will talk about me.” “Let me handle that part, Ricci.” “It’s much more complicated than you think, Mr. Bennett.” I furrow my brows in confusion. “Julia, do you have someone? Is that it?” “No!” She almost shouts the answer. However, she takes a deep breath before continuing. “Mr. Bennett, look at you.” She points at me. “You’re the CEO of one of the biggest construction companies and one of the most prestigious architects in this country.”