Juliette Jones Novels & Stories

Jude joined in. “I forgot to say that our guest’s rooms are already prepared, see you all later for dinner,” we heard Clementine’s voice telepathically. “Greetings to your highnesses, I am Juliet, one of the handmaids of Lady Clementine, she had ordered me to guide your highnesses to your rooms,” A maid entered this room as she bowed down. “Right this way please,” she continued, then I nodded at our guests. They followed Juliet, then we also went to our room so that we could change our clothes.

Before I could respond, the scent of citrus wafted past me, then came the smile. Juliette. I recognized her right away. Rafael had described her perfectly. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was so thin she could pass off as a doll. Her silver sequin dress clung to her skin, her statement earrings dangling from both ears. I wasn't planning to do anything unless the situation required me to. So, I chose to nod in greeting, politely. "Well. If it isn't the latest charity case," she said, and I nearly snorted.

Jackson says. “What did this rogue want with you Jackson?” Julia asks softly. She is always calm, no matter how angry she is. She is a calming influence on Jackson and his wolf. He contemplates what he can say, but to lie now would only cause further damage between us. He summarizes the story, his truth as he recalled it for me. He can’t look in my eyes any longer as he sees disbelief and disgust covering my face.

she called, voice casual but loud enough to carry. He stopped mid - step, then turned, staring at her like he was trying to place her face. Then his eyes widened. “No freaking way.” Jules stepped out from the shadows, twirling the knife once for flair. “Been a while.” “Juliette Ainsley,” he said, walking closer, a grin tugging at his lips. “I thought you were dead.” “Not quite,” she said, popping the lid off the peach can. “But nice to know I was missed.”