Juliette Jones Novels & Stories

You only really make money if you live. Juliet goes into the office for the next few weeks to work on scheduling and meeting new human clients. Here she is Juliet Archer, she has straight hair and she wears a fake nose blended in with makeup. She looks completely different from Juliet Collins badass warrior. “Miss Archer your 4pm is here,” Sally the assistant tells Juliet. Juliet closes the deal to build a new human community center with a smile. When she gets back to her desk her phone lights up. Hank-Did the bad news hit yet?

He’d never in all the years he’d known her, heard she’d never refrained from answering a question. Leon was uncertain how to handle this. He knew she’d been drinking, and he could see she’d been crying as well. Leon also knew that she didn’t drive and used Michael’s driver’s service. “Do you want me to call for a driver? Or can I take you somewhere?” “Leon, no, you won’t do that.” She looked at her phone when it pinged and nodded. “Thank you. Have a good life, Leon.” Juliette took a jacket he’d never seen from the hall closet. She set her bags down to don a simple, old black coat over a sweater and jeans. She’d changed out of her emerald cocktail dress and wore no jewellery, but she still wo

Brickley said. Cass helped her up.He escorted them out.“Come back soon Miss...uumh I am sorry I didn't catch your surname,”he said apologetically.“Cheryl Jones,”she helped him.His eyebrows raised.“Oh Miss Jones.Come back again.Your company has been a pleasure.Say hi to your mum and dad,”he said.She smiled then corrected him.“Born and raised by a single mum,”she said.“Oh sorry about that,”he said.

Victoria’s POV My eyes fluttered open again, my gaze sharp with a determined glint, a silent resolve flickering through me despite the pain. Suddenly, my voice broke through the tension. "I, Victoria Valemont, reject you, Carlisle Redmoon, as my chosen mate and alpha. I sever my bond with the Red Moon Pack and relinquish my position as Luna. From this day forward, I have no ties to this pack or to you, Alpha Carlisle..." My words suddenly cut short as an intense wave of pain coursed through me, the agony of severing the mate bond with an alpha overwhelming my battered body.

Juliette thought for a moment, then blushed and said, "The inspiration came from my fiance." The reporters instantly lit up. "May we ask who your fiance is? Is he also in the art world?" Juliette hesitated, but Dad grabbed the microphone and announced proudly, "Her fiance is the successor to Sinclair Group—Leon Sinclair!" This interview sparked heated discussions. Labels like "high-society wife" and "genius artist" quickly captured everyone's attention. Leon's father, Joseph Sinclair, even appeared in person to confirm Juliette's status as the Sinclair family's future daughter-in-law.

Juliet said with a smile as she looked at Jessica, who was beautifully dressed in a fitted short red gown. “Thanks, Tracy did the makeup,” she acknowledged as she looked at Tracy who was smiling “It’s beautiful” Julius chipped in “You know, Juliet wouldn't let me touch her face” she said and they all laughed “No, the boss lady won’t be interested in that” Julius said and they all looked at him Juliet sighed and they all laughed “You seem to know so much about her and I’m not comfortable with that” Eden whispered to his ears and he laughed “Where is Jonathan?”She asked

I mean seriously just fucking look at you’ Juliette was stunned by her outburst and slowly stood up, turning away she placed the tissues in her hands in the waste-bin, lifting her head her eyes flashed, ‘Well forgive me for being human’ Her voice dripped sarcasm and she grabbed her jacket and walked out of Carlotta’s villa signalling to her Guards she got into the waiting car, ‘Juliette wait’ The older woman followed her out but she was in no mood to listen tapping the glass divider she turned her face away as the car moved off. She stayed away from them all, refusing to answer her phone or the door she told her Guards to refuse access to everyone. She cried a lot, she felt betrayed by them

Zara stared at the photo again. Quentin’s lifeless body. A perfect scene. No struggle, no mess—just death polished for headlines. Juliette had done this. Zara’s stomach clenched. Not because she was afraid—she was past that—but because she finally understood the stakes. Juliette wasn’t unraveling. She was executing a plan. And they were still playing checkers while she moved like a grandmaster. Zara’s phone rang. Roman again. “Tell me you’re still breathing,” he said when she answered.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Juliette sat near the window one afternoon, sunlight painting her face as she jotted into a leather notebook. “You’re writing again,” Damon said. She nodded. “Trying to figure out who I am... now.” “You’re Juliette Thorne,” he said. “My wife. Mason’s mother. The woman who dismantled a criminal empire with nothing but truth, grit, and her heart.” She looked up at him, eyes glinting. “You’re biased.” “I’m in love,” he replied. “I’m allowed.” Her smile faltered slightly. “Do you really think it’s over?”