Juliet Naked Book Review Novels & Stories

Henry's team released statements, and the story that took hold online painted Juliet as unhinged and dangerous, someone who was easy to hate from a safe distance. I thought about her more than I wanted to admit. The more people shifted their hate from Henry to Juliet, the more I found myself feeling sorry for her. One night, when I was unable to sleep, I found myself sitting at my desk again with the laptop open in front of me. Usually, I would do this to check the account, but this time, I was just staring at the blank screen. It brought back memories of that very first night, the night I typed henrybhater into a username field with my shaking hands and my full chest.

SNAP. Juliet gasped aloud, her hazel eyes flying wide in shock as her arms were trapped securely above her head. The sudden, forced posture stretched her body long over the mattress, thrusting her high-collared chest upward, highlighting the narrow, tiny curve of her waist and the deep, sweeping expanse of her bare back pressed against the white duvet. "Roman—" she gasped, her body squirming frantically against his hold, her hips lifting off the bed in a desperate attempt to find friction against his hard thigh.

she said, and I knew what that meant. Not that I was complaining at all. We called Juliet Cookie, but she was hardly innocent. Jude had mentioned more than once she was a freak in the sheets and she was totally into these erotic books. They circulated among all the wives and I couldn’t be happier that my girl was fitting right in. “Sounds hot,” I said, moving to the other side of her neck as she stirred something on the stove.

She was seated in front of my mirror while Julius helped her brush her hair. Juliet on the other hand, lay on her belly reading a book on my bed. She had not uttered a word since she heard the news from our father. She liked Ariel for some weird reason, so I guess she couldn't be bothered. "Do you think this is the right thing?" I asked. I did not usually ask for my sibling's input in matters like these but I needed to know how they felt about it, at least from a relative's point of view. Julius shrugged. "I guess you're the only person who can answer that. Does it feel right to you?" He asked.

"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.

Sadly I was now one of them. Juliet's lips were painted red and her eyes sparkled innocently as she brushed her hand down her flowery dress that stopped mid thigh. I wanted to snort. Everyone always thought Juliet was innocent because the girl was very talented enough to hide her true vile personality. Either her acting skills grew or, she really had changed. She smiled, her eyes dancing from Katrina and me happily. " I remember you two," her eyes flicker back to me. " Especially you Bailey." Of course you did, you picked on me for having freckles on my nose.

What if –" 'Stop it Levy, His Highness is not a fool to let anyone do such a thing to him. And do you really think any human can do anything to His Highness?' 'But…' Levy pressed his lips together and shook his head in frustration as they continued the most frustrating travel they ever encountered in their lives. … When Juliet opened her eyes, she was in blissful ignorance for a few sweet moments. It felt like she had awakened from a very deep sleep. She blinked owlishly without moving for a while and when she turned around, she immediately stiffened. A man was lying next to her, and he was… naked. Julie's eyes widened as she rose. She was about to yelp in alarm but as her eyes jumped to the

"What do you mean everything?" Juliet's expression darkens. "The things she did to you." The air leaves my lungs. "She wrote about them," Juliet continues. "Like they were... experiments." My stomach turns. "She detailed the drugs, the manipulation, and how she controlled you." Hayden stares at her. "And the night Dad died," Juliet adds softly. My heart slams hard against my ribs. "If we find that journal..." Her voice hardens. "Rachel is finished."

Like it was nothing, the three of them got completely naked right there in the backyard. "Scarlett!" Ariana said, covering her eyes, like seeing her naked sister might burn her retinas right out. I'd forgotten that Ariana hadn't witnessed Scarlett's earlier adventures. Ariana was still picturing her innocent little sister, rather than the sultry sexpot that Scarlett had revealed herself to be.

Juliet's POV: Oh my fücking God! I knew what was happening. I knew it wasn't a dream. And yet, it felt so unreal. My nipples were rock-hard against Roman's chest. His skin was so hot and wet from the shower, the contact sent little shocks through me every time I breathed. I loved the way his beating heart matched mine perfectly. I tried to look cool and collected. But damn, was a complete trembling mess. My stomach was twisted in every way, a frantic knots of butterflies.