Juliette Book Novels & Stories

"I can take over both the roles of Alpha and Luna just as well as you can. Find that kid and bring her back here so Juliette can inherit her rightful place as this pack's future." "How do I look?" I heard Juliette ask us. We looked upstairs at her. Juliette was hesitant to walk down. She held her hand on her hips as she struck a pose for us. She was a laced black dress that stopped at her knees. It was short sleeved with a v-line and padding to shape her chest. She was dolled up in accessories, light make-up shadowing her eyes, and six inch heels to make her feel taller. "Well?" She asked as she looked at me directly.

I do have to admit that it would be quite awkward sometimes. Juliette is about 2 inches shorter than the rest and seems to be 2 times more intelligent, even though the others are smart in their own ways. Her delicate frame doesn’t help her when she tries to lift things. Instead, she ends up on her butt and crying most the time. Every time this happens, I pick her up and kiss her sweet rosy cheeks, before placing her back with the others to play.

For some reason, I always felt the need to be guarded around the princess. Juliet sat up on the bed and shut her book again. "Let's go." She said to July and Julius. There was a smile on her face as if to say, "I told you so." I rolled my eyes at her. She was pushing it. "Let her in," I said and returned to my position by the window.

Was she really that friendly, or was it a game plan of some sort. "Juliette." "Oh cool! Like Romeo and Juliet?" "Nope." "Aww, well that's my favorite story, what's yours?" "Don't really have one." "No, girl how can you not have one." Juliette rolled her eyes, giving up on the conversation, and being moderately nice. Choosing a favorite book or story was like choosing your favourite child, and Juliette wasn't into making any rash decisions. Juliette was content listening to Jazz babble, while she concealed herself under a curtain of her blonde hair.

“Julius, my life. I'm dying without you. I don't know how you are or if my father still pressures you. Today was almost the day my father married me to a monster, but the monster proved to be more of a monster than he imagined, and I escaped. I know my father loves me, but it's not his love that I need. It's yours. I sound so ridiculous speaking this way, but there is no other truth that can come out of me. I love you. I miss you, seen you, your touch. I am yours and would rather die than stop being yours. I will behave as my father wants, but I will not stop trying to find a way to return to you. Please don't give up on me, because I will never give up on you. Not even death will separate u

I hugged her and kissed both her cheeks before asking her to come in. Julliete was my friend from college. Our families were close, even though she wasn't a part of the family anymore, but she was still a friend. “Aunt Juliette?" “Ivy?” Julliete placed the shopping bags on the bed and took my daughter into her arms. They seemed to have met, “Oh my god, she's my boss’s daughter, Trey’s niece.” Juliette said as they pulled away. I nodded and awkwardly cleared my throat, as I sometimes forget Julliette was working for that bastard. I mean she had everything. Why did she leave her life to work for him? Well, that's the subject we never spoke about, as she got defensive, so nodding my head, I cle

“What do you think?” I didn’t answer. I’m busy admiring everything in silence. The bed also carried an elegant canopy, one in dark colors. The sheets had an amazing rose embroidery. The closet looked gigantic, with an innate elegance. My room was the only one that had a bookstore, so I assumed Donovan had investigated me in some way. A rose rested on the comb, so I went over to take it between my fingers. “It’s beautiful,” I sighed. “It’s totally Juliet!” Julia exclaimed.

"Consider it done, my dear. Tell your stepsister to bring her finest portfolio... and her sweetest manners." Meanwhile, four miles away in the quiet, sunlit sanctuary of the Grand Horizon penthouse, the atmosphere was thick with a very different kind of intensity. Juliet sat at her large drafting desk in the south studio wing, surrounded by a mountain of technical spec sheets, wholesale fabric quotes, and international shipping ledgers. The afternoon sun poured through the twenty-foot glass walls, illuminating the fine dust of tailoring chalk floating in the air. Juliet was dressed in a comfortable, fitted black tank top and dark jeans, her dark hair pulled up into a loose, messy bun held to

She waved her hand in the air, as if what I’d said was nonsense. “That doesn’t count.” She approached us and extended her hand to my woman. “Marcela Sinclair, Noah’s cousin. And you must be Juliet Pierce.” Juliet took Marcela’s hand politely. “Pleasure to meet you, Marcela.” “The pleasure…” Marcela paused deliberately. “Is all mine.” Juliet released her hand. “I don’t remember mentioning my woman’s name,” I said, pulling Ju closer. I needed to control myself—the urge to put Marcela in her place was eating at me.

So calm and gentle that one would think he was nobody dangerous and had nothing to hide. Rising from her seat, Julie approached that shelve and gave a hard stare at the book. And the longer she stared at it, she did not know why but it seem to be becoming more and more mysterious, nearly enticing, in her eyes. It was really strange as it was just a book and there was no way it would be about him… right? Was this because she was just thinking too much? That must be the case, she thought, sighing. Still, she reached out to retrieve the book when all of a sudden, she heard the soft sound of the doors closing and muted falls of footsteps coming towards her.