Juliette Novels & Stories

Multiple footsteps were audible as they walked closer. “Ms. Bamford, Julliette is here for your appointment." My housekeeper said. I looked up to see not only Julliette, but her son... Who was the spitting image of Malachi. “Hi,” Julliette said shyly, extending her hand. “It’s very nice to meet you.” She had a faint French accent, her hair cut into a short afro, and her skin looked sickly grayish instead of the beautiful brown it probably once was. She was skinny, but not in a healthy way. Like in a heroine-chique way.

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?

Juliet turned to me. “Mara!” She called out and I frowned, knowing fully well that my name wasn't Mara but before I could correct her, someone rushed past me in a white and black uniform which covered all of her legs. The lady had straight brown hair that was packed into a low bun coupled with a hat. “Yes Miss Juliet?” the girl answered, she had a timid voice and if i wasn't paying attention i would assume that she never responded. “Where is my dress?” Juliet asked as her eyes skimmed over the dresses splayed out on the bed, if i counted right it was about twenty, if not more.

Skylar's world shattered in a single, drunken night. Not once, but twice, her destined mate rejected her – or so she thought. Blinded by the sting of betrayal, she made a reckless choice that left her pregnant and ostracized. Branded a harlot, she fled, vowing to build a new life. Years later, Skylar returns and she is no longer the scared girl but an elegant and powerful woman, with a secret tucked away in the form of adorable twins. But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor when she meets the man who ignites a familiar spark in her.  He's the spitting image of her past. Except, there's a shocking truth – they're twins.

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.

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.

Rachel pulled the curtains, a soft 'oh!!' escaping her lips. "Awwn!, isn't he an absolute cutie!!" - Bennett/Marceline squealed happily, her hands held firmly together as she desperately resisted pinching Dean's pale, soft cheeks. "It's too bad that he's in this state, courtesy of that Irina bitch!!" - Rachel gritted her teeth, her hands balling into tight fists. "Selene, are you truly not going to pursue this?!. That wretched witch can't possibly get away with what she's done, she literally tried to kill you!!"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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?”

She had a sinister grin looking ahead and talking to the guests as if she did not hear anything. Juliet boosted her morale with positivity. Once Collins is with her, he will put a stop to all the nonsense. Nobody can point a finger at her. She will be Mrs Juliet Cordis, the wife of millionaire Collin Cordis in no time. "Where is Collins, Sylvia?" She asked, looking around the fancy meeting hall decorated with flowers.

"Nice taste, ma'am." "Are you sure, Mom, you want the amethyst emirate? the price is...." stated the young lady as Thalia raised her eyebrows at her. "Do you think it's so expensive that I can't afford it?" She asked politely. "Maybe." The lady replied bluntly. "Okay then, pack the bracelet, this watch, the emerald ring as well, I am taking all of them. Julian, do you need something?" Thalia looked around. "No, ma'am." Julian snapped.