Juliette Book Novels & Stories

Within a blink of an eye, after she was told about her sudden marriage, they gave her a big and well-furnished room in the house, next to Anya’s room. In the morning she woke up at 5 AM, and wanted to do house chores, but Anita didn’t allow her and, for the first time, she let her sleep till she wanted. Mila still couldn’t let her head think straight. She was trying to think everything was a prank, not until Anita came in with six shopping bags. Three for clothes, two for heels and one for undies. For fashion, Anita’s taste was great, and all the dresses were gorgeous. And merely looking at the clothes and how they packed them, she could easily tell they were expensive.

"Because from where I'm standing, this looks like manipulation. It looks like you found a way to crawl inside his memory and use it against me." His face hardened, but I couldn't stop. "You think because it sounds like him, I'll just accept it?" I held the letter up between us like evidence in a trial. "You think I won't notice how convenient this is? Julian dies, you disappear under his blood, and now this shows up saying you were protecting someone? Protecting who, Edris? Yourself?" His name came out like an accusation, and a wound. He took one slow step toward me. "Juliana…"

Julienne had always prided herself on her sense of justice. As a criminal detective, she believed she would be able to do anything for the truth. That is until the lies looked right into her eyes and smiled. When she came home after a breakup text from her boyfriend of a year, Hades Bianchi, only to meet him and her sister, Lorelai, newly engaged and supposedly expecting a child, Julienne's world tilted on its axis. She is determined to stop the wedding, even if she has to dabble into murky waters, like kissing him hours before the wedding. But things get even messier when Lorelai doesn't show up to the ceremony and she is found dead in front of the cathedral, in her wedding dr

KAELAN As I’m being wheeled through the crowded room toward Juliette. My heart beats slowly as I force my eyes to take her in. I know I should not care, but I cannot help it. Even now, I see that she is beautiful. Her red dress shines under the soft light like a burning ember. In another time, another life, I might have allowed myself to imagine a future with her. But that future never existed. I have an agenda of my own, one built on secrets and lies, and my own loathing for everything she stands for overshadows any chance for love. I do not want her to see the man I really am—a man who uses weakness as a weapon, a pawn in a dangerous game of chess that I’m determined to win.

"Oh please. You don't have to pretend. I know he's the one behind all this." "Really?" I stared at him for a while and scoffed before folding my arms. "Why did you lie about Juliette's death? You and I both know you didn't kill her that night." "And what makes you think I lied? She had been undergoing treatment for a sickness she never had, taking dose after dose of psychotic medicines. Restrained, tortured, hopeless, and proclaimed dead, she might as well be dead... especially after that accident with your car that night." The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.

The door creaked open, and I already knew Yvonne, Tony’s assistant, —sharp, precise, never hesitant… but there was something about the way she carried herself inside that made me pause, the way her tone dipped as she spoke to me, as though she was delivering something more than a simple package, and when she finally stepped aside and let the girl into the room, I felt my chest tighten in a way I did not allow to show on my face, because the last person I expected to see standing there in the golden light of the lounge was Julia. Jules. The girl who had made me waste hours, days, resources tracking her trail and finding nothing but shadows until she disappeared completely, leaving behind noth

Allen whom I had known his name from Juliet and had stared at me a lot, not shaken by his father’s statement took a sip of his drink. Juliet said in a soft voice I had never witnessed her use before not even when she wanted things from Margaret. “Is he single?” Margaret grinned at her, to Mr.Ian she playfully added. “Juliet is still in College. She had two more years and then she is done. Currently, she is majoring in accounting.”

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.

"The Luna mentioned she was looking for this particular title in the library last week but couldn't find it. I finally tracked down a copy and thought I'd bring it to her." I studied Charles more carefully. He was fifteen. Tall for his age. Starting to grow into his features. In a few years, he would probably be considered handsome. And he was bringing a book to Juliette. Going out of his way to do something nice for her. Interesting. Juliette was only five years older than Richard. Twenty to his fifteen. Not such a dramatic gap, really. And she had married my father, a man thirteen years her senior. Clearly age differences didn't bother her.

"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.