Juliette Novels & Stories

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.

Every time she saw Romeo together with Julius she would sneak and peek on them. One night she decided not to go to bed early as she usually did. She knew that her brother had invited his friend to their home. She waited until the late hours of the night. She heard their footsteps and decided to sneak behind their backs. What she saw make her weak at the knees. No wonder Romeo had not had a serious relationship with the girl he once dated in their village. Nomusa was a beautiful and perfect young girl. She had beauty and brains. Zamantungwa knew that Nomusa could make a perfect wife one day. She was also coming from the royal family. She and Nomusa were getting along so well and she knew tha

"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.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”