Juliette Jones Novels & Stories

Adrienne lied. "Tomorrow then. How about that?" Ryan proposed. "Fine, tomorrow it is," Adrienne agreed, a smile playing on her lips. "I'll pick you up at 10 am then," Ryan planned. "Oh my god..." Adrienne exclaimed, her eyes widening. "What?" Ryan asked, following her gaze. It was Juliette. She just walked in, and she had a bump! Juliette was dressed in a white, off-the-shoulder midi dress with a ruffled hem, a wrap-style bodice, and a cinched waist. The outfit elegantly showcased her little baby bump.

"just wait a little more, Juliette...! You will be mine" *****************

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

"Louise." Ethan called softly. Louise Garcia smiled, showing off her perfectly aligned teeth. Lora Armani, who was standing next to Ethan, was suddenly amazed by the woman who was now staring at Ethan as if she knew her boss intimately. She frowned when she realized that the beautiful girl's face looked familiar. She might have met her before or seen her somewhere. But when she turned to her right and saw a monitor screen displaying an advertisement, Lora's jaw dropped. This is Louise Garcia. The rising model? The one who was just announced as the actress playing Juliet in the movie produced by Rings House? Lora thought to herself with a look of surprise.

James without taking note of her apparent 'third boob. Her love for details had not waned overtime. If you saw a pretty dress, Juliette saw a nice dress which looks like what a retired nurse would wear. If you saw killer shoes, Juliette saw shoes which weren't exactly bad, but just too last season. If trendy and stylish ever needed a definition, then Juliette was it. So, when it came to style, Juliette and I pretty much set the trends around here. And all of that ever-detailed nature of hers, was housed in a stunning black girl of 5'8.

“I’m so tired,” Juliette groaned as she walked into the dressing room, looking like pure sin wrapped in expensive perfume. She was a stunning half-Asian beauty with smooth, golden-tan skin, high cheekbones, and those striking almond-shaped eyes that could shift from innocent to deadly in a heartbeat. Her chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, framing a face that belonged on magazine covers instead of this dingy strip club. Life had been cruel to her, though. Behind that gorgeous face was a girl fighting demons I knew too well.

Felicia rubbed her chin. "Wait, you know?" Kyle asked. He thought he was the only one to know about Lucas’ crush on Juliette. "It's obvious," Both Felicia and Peter chuckled. 🎶 "You look good!” Killian exclaimed once Juliette appeared in front of him. Juliette was indeed looking good this afternoon. She wore a pair of jeans and a crop top with a black jacket on. "Are you trying to impress me?" Killian smirked. "Because sure you did. A lot.

I rolled my eyes and Julie nodded. Juliette, or Julie, as everyone calls her, was one of my most trusted healers. She, unlike Tristian, focused more on her ability, and how to better work on our kind, than modern medicine, it was why though she was younger than Tristian, she was better, more powerful than him.

"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.

Max POV. It's been 3 weeks since I last heard from Josephine, my love. I have tried calling her line but I keep getting this stupid message. 'The number you are trying to call doesn't exist.' Her number was working perfectly well until she got married to that dweebish fellow. The office has been boring without her; all I see are shadows of the vibrant moments we used to share. The worst part is Mr Jerry O'Neil and his wife refused to say anything about it.