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Meanwhile, she was here watching Anastasia, her stepdaughter, marry Andrew Rutherford. Anastasia should have been the one standing there. But what had Andrew just said? Juliette? “Andrew, darling.” Juliette's smile blossomed beautifully. “You ....” Andrew was at a loss for words. Instead of shining with joy, his eyes fixed sharply on Juliette. “What are you doing here?” “Getting married,” Juliette answered innocently. “To you. Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?” Juliette Laurent stood before Andrew Rutherford that day in a whit

Juliet approached the entrances to the living room of Mia's mansion she wore an orange gown which flows to her knees, a pair of orange heels and applied light make up on her face. Juliet stepped inside the living room. She glanced at the chandeliers dangling in the glossy ceiling glistening the room. She glanced at the glossy walls and glossy staircase grinning from ear to ear. Juliet opened her handbag widely and was almost pulling her phone out to dial Mia's number to inform her that she is in her mansion and she hesitated glancing at photographs of Mia and Jansen drooping on the wall. The photographs were hung at quite a far distance from where she stood, she couldn't clearly see their f

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.

“I don’t know. I think it might have been this bracelet that my mom made me promise to never take off. After it came off, my powers completely awakened.” Exia nods. “It’s possible that she bewitched the bracelet to stifle your powers. But why would she do that?” Jules shrugs. “I don’t know, but I think it might have something to do with my father.” Exia raises her hand and produces a knife similar to Jules’. “It seems we have a lot to talk about. Tell me, what is your name?” Jules swallows hard before she answers. “My name is Juliet LeTueur Romanis, and this is my…my boyf─mate, Rowan.”

His pack loyalty warring with the implicit loyalty he feels toward his mate. “And you?” Elara keeps her tone harsh, but she squats in front of the mousy-looking girl, getting on her eye level. Where Drake looks rough, like he's spent the better part of a week outside, this girl looks malnourished and sickly. She has been taught to fear our kind, that much is obvious. “Let’s start with your name.” “Ju…Ju…Juliette. My name is Juliette. Please don’t kill me.” She whimpers again.

"Tell me this isn't true." "Julie, please don't say that..." she responds, her voice trembling. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I thought you knew." "No, this can't be true," I say through tears. "Please, tell me it's a lie." "Juliette... she just confirmed it." "Who, who is she?" I ask, my voice breaking. "Alice," is the cursed name that comes out of her mouth. "Alice Bonnet." "I have to hang up," I say, pain gripping my entire being, needing to find out what's going on.

The old woman retorted, and Stasia's eyes burned. "Word of advice, don't get your hopes up. They will surely dump you when the time comes. I promise you," she growled, and Martha collected her flowers from Stasia, refusing to sell the bouquet to her. "I have said nothing wrong, Aunty. She will regret it." Stasia said, and my eyes bulged, realising Martha was related to Stasia. "I can't believe you will entertain her. I would have been Luna if it weren't for her," she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave.

Even if he is not with me, I wish him all the happiness in life and the future; I wish that I can say the same for myself. "Hey guys," I turned my head watching Brandon inside, washing his hands, before sitting beside Jane, "How is my big boy," Brandon smiled, cuddling Liam in his arms. God, they look so cute with Jane snuggling with Marline and Brandon with Liam and with them playing and snuggling with each other's kids. This image is so cute that I'm so jealous. I picked up the phone and clicked a few pictures, not letting this perfect moment go uncaptured, "So cute..," my words came louder than I accepted and both Jane and Brandon turned their head at me, "Rachel,"

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"