Juliet Novel Novels & Stories

As if none of this had ever happened. And left. --- Juliet's Room – Hours Later Juliet came out of the kitchen to find an envelope on her pillow. Cream paper. Open. No seal. And inside: one note. > "She trusted you. Don't let her destroy you.". If anyone suspected — you never once saw the hall lights flicker out. You never once saw Eleanor. You never once saw anything. ------ Juliet stared at it for a very, very long time. Then hesitated — then quivering, slowly — dropped it into the pocket of her apron.

"Oh! Alex, that was a rude thing to say. You should have simply said that you dated Juliet before. I know Juliet Colton is not from a poor home like the rest. She is a classy girl, and possesses an air of superiority. I did my research about Juliet and heard she had a child out of wedlock, the reason her rich parents sent her away from their mansion." "What? She was pregnant?" Alex looked stunned, but Juliet was more than embarrassed for her life secret to be in the open. She quickly ran away from the living room to hide her shame. "Juliet, where are you running off to?" Lady Loretta called Juliet back in a low voice, but the latter did not respond and ran away to her room to cry it all out.

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.

Juliet didn't respond to her greeting, and she felt uncomfortable, as she remembered how her stepmother's hatred for her grew worse. She knew that Justin's mother was still a kind woman, and kind enough to take her home the previous week, but she had been worrying about her having an affair with Justin. Olima wanted to walk back into the guesthouse and retire back to her room, but Mrs Juliet stepped out again to the balcony upstairs, and she called Olima by her name, "Olima come into the living room. We want to speak with you." "Okay, ma." Olima nervously replied, and she made her way towards the exquisite white mansion she approached the door, and rang on the doorbell.

The top bunk—her bed—was now occupied by Juliet, who lay sprawled across the mattress, tapping away on her phone with a bored expression. “What is this?” Anna asked sharply, her voice trembling. Juliet didn’t bother looking up. “What does it look like? I moved. I need air. That lower bed is too stuffy.” Anna stepped closer, anger boiling inside her. “You threw my clothes on the floor?” Juliet raised a brow. “If they were so precious, you should’ve stayed home with your sugar daddy instead of coming here to play student.” The words hit Anna like a slap. “What did you just say?” she said, her voice low but laced with fury.

Bang! Then everything went white around the edges and the world folded into tiny pieces of dark metals. TBC Don't forget to d******d Literie and find my new book, His Fiery Damnation. Here's a sneak peek. CHAPTER 0001 Boring Life~ JULIET 1. "Don't wear Panties at home. I want to be able to enter my pussy whenever I choose. 2. "You do not make conversation with any man. I do not care who it is, I am the only man made for you.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

"How did Julie succeed?" "Could she be pretending too?" Thessy asked, a last, frail thread of hope. None of us could answer. Julie spent nights in the prince’s chamber. She left at dawn. That wasn’t pretense; that was conquest. We sank back into the plush chairs of the parlor, no longer rivals, just fellow casualties. We nursed our wounds in the heavy silence, waiting for Julie’s return. Dawn crept across the floorboards before exhaustion finally pulled us under.

Maybe i don’t know her enough like i had claimed to. “No.” One word. A vow. Because julia wasn’t something i would just throw away, or a debt to be paid. She was mine. And i’d burn the world to ashes before i let anyone take her from me. “What do they want from Julia?” i asked. “Who is she to them?” They’ve made an attempt to take her from me before, to the point i began to suspect if she’s a vescari but i had knew her and neither does she have a blood relation to the Vescari.

He kissed her back, one hand on her waist, looking completely unbothered. Jealousy burned hot and sharp in my stomach. I pushed it down hard, forcing my face to stay neutral. Charlotte glanced between me and Enzo, then back at me. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes narrowed slightly like she was putting pieces together. I looked away quickly and kept walking. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late.” Charlotte fell into step beside me again. “You sure everything’s okay, Julian?” “Everything’s fine,” I said, voice tight. “Just another normal day.”