Juliet Michele Novels & Stories

"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.

“Now we wait” But before the silence could settle— Juliette’s phone buzzed. A video message. She opened it. It showed her, — years ago at a medical clinic. Her hair shorter. Her posture was guarded. A falsified identity on the intake form. A confidential DNA file. The patient's name? Juliette Rowe… aka Julia She froze. A message followed: Truth has a cost. Are you ready to pay yours? Her fingers trembled. Damon leaned over and read it.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

"If Miley hadn't gone crying to you, if you all hadn't stormed in to 'defend' her honor, if you hadn't hounded Jennifer until she crashed her car, would she have needed that transplant? "Ever since I was a child, you've controlled every part of my life. I've never had a say in anything! And now, even who I love—who I marry—you want to control that too?!" Bruce froze, momentarily at a loss for words. Natalie gave a weary smile. "Julian… Can you really say you don't love Miley? If you didn't, would you have risked your life back then to save her?" Julian stood silent. So it turns out… He did love her.

"I wasn’t—" "Thinking about biting someone again?" he interrupted, mock-serious. "Should I warn the staff?" My jaw clenched. “You heard that?” “You don't realize how loud women talk?” “Ugh…” "Juliet really knows how to stir the pot. Impressive, the way she turned them all against you in thirty seconds flat. You must’ve hit a nerve." “You want me to be ruthless like her?” “I want you to play with me.” Misha extended one of the clubs toward me, the gesture casual. “Come on.”