Juliette Book Novels & Stories

Had to be. Juliet's fingers hovered over her phone. She wanted to respond. To tell Selena to back off. But she remembered Ejike's advice. Don't engage. She deleted the message and put her phone away. Selena could play her games. But Juliet had something the socialite didn't. People who loved her. A family worth fighting for. That was worth more than all the threats in the world.

“How do I look?" Nolan took a slow breath and folded his arms, his eyes running from her face down to the flowing gown she was wearing. He saw a woman who'd grown from the struggling little lady who had found him heartbroken…and stayed. To the woman he promised to spend the rest of his life with and he'd forever be grateful for her. “You look stunning, my love." Jules blushed just as her mom took her by the arm. "Juliette Shannon Hart. You are going to be the death of me.” Her mom grumbled and began pulling her away, with Juliette's shoes in her hand.

and the kids like a gallant hero, but remarkably, Julius seemed to have much more self-control. Though he was known to be a drinker, Paul never saw him have more than one or two glasses of wine and never once did Julius appear out of control. It seemed he was being on his best behavior in front of the twins. When he first moved to Paris, Julius had not been in a hurry to look for work. Instead, he chose to spend as much time with Macey and the kids as he could to make up for the years they lost. Paul might have called him a freeloader if not for the incredible wealth he possessed. Julius never needed to work, so treating his time in Paris as an extended holiday was only natural. Instead of

The air hung thick with expectation in the grand chamber of the New York Hilton. Sun rays filtered through the building's glass Windows, cast a dappled pattern on the polished floor where a mass of neatly dressed men and women buzzed with energy. Julie Garfield in her well ironed panty suit, a stark discrepancy to the muted tones of the cityscape outside, navigated the mass with a small leather bound tablet gripped in her hand. The air vibrated with the electric hum of ambition, the true substance of the city she had left behind years ago.

Juliet’s POV Walking towards the stage, I took a deep breath. The shining bulbs, the music playing, the chattering, and the glamour surrounded me. The eyes of lustful men traced my every move, their gazes running over my body. “Come on, Juliet!” Daphne's excited call snapped me out of my trance. I sighed, grabbing the pole as I lifted my weight, swirling around it, my body syncing with the music. The men approached the stage, tossing money at me. Seeing the pile of cash, I pushed harder, stripping more, following the beats. One hand guided me on the pole while the other traced down my exposed legs, moving rhythmically. I bit my tongue, twisting and turning, doing everything I could.

I jumped back, trying to pull my hand away, but he held on tight. “I know it’s you,” I spat, voice shaking. “And that you’re trying to ruin Jace Perfume. But I won’t let you.” He clicked his tongue with a low chuckle. “Oh, Juliet. Sometimes I wonder if you’re even using your brain.” He shifted closer, still gripping my wrist. “Now tell me, how will your company survive this? I won, Juliet. I’ve proven that women like you aren’t a big deal for men like me to destroy.”

Once again, Juliet tried getting Jude to stop hiding behind her, but he wouldn’t budge. “Mommy is tired and Beatrice is sleeping,” she said in her cute, childish voice. Her sweet tone melted whatever restraint I had. “So, do you want to join me?” I asked with a sweet smile. “I could read you a story if you have one.” Jude seemed hesitant, but Juliet was firm this time. Even with the tugs she got from Jude, she never took the book from him. Eventually, Jude relented, slowly ambling up to me before placing the book in my palm with his tiny hands.

she said, grabbing an apple and cutting it up. I plated our sandwiches and we sat at her little kitchen table. If I looked at someone like Juliet in passing I’d probably think, there’s someone who has their life together. Has a good life, she looks happy. But it just goes to show you can never judge a book by its cover. You can never really know someone until you try to walk in their shoes.

William~ Juliette’s mouth tightened, eyes flashing with something that looked an awful lot like a decision but not the soft, gentle kind. She laughed suddenly, loud and biting. “God, what a night. You two sure you’re not serial killers or something? Because what you’re offering usually falls under ‘too good to be true’ category.” I smirked. There she was. “It’s only one night, princess. We won’t be in town much longer.” That only seemed to pull her in deeper. I could see it clearly, the burning curiosity, the temptation, the little devil on her shoulder screaming, do it.

Never the answers Juliette had begged for. And now someone else was stepping forward to fill in those blanks, someone who apparently knew more. The nurse stepped back. “All done. You’re stabilizing well. I’ll give you some space.” Juliette waited until the door shut behind her before reaching for her notebook, the same leather-bound one she’d started writing in a week ago. She flipped past pages of reflections, memories, and quiet fears until she found a blank sheet. Her pen hovered for a moment before she began to write: