Juliette Novels & Stories

“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.

Throughout my mom’s explanation, I was perplexed by the whole connection. I know that instant that if I could discover the root of what happened between them twenty something years ago, I would decipher what happened to Smith. “What later happened to Collete?” I asked I saw the mood in the room turn sour. Maybe I asked the wrong question. Mr Stewart’s POV “That was our greatest regret. Collete was a Belgian-American. Her parents came from Belgium. She was very beautiful and tall, almost the same height as Melissa, but more beautiful and very smart.

He looked up from the twins and found my father sitting on the bar stool at our kitchen island. “Yes, when Juliet was born she had a fraternal twin named Jemma, she died in vitro, and Juliet absorbed everything from her in order to survive, I couldn’t operate. It was too risky for both of them and Katherine.” He slumped down taking a drink of the rum and coke he had every evening.

"Damn. If these are the comp tickets the team gets, I'm gonna need you to introduce me to some of Daniel's friends." "Daniel?" the girl in front of us turns around and asks. "Daniel Zavaro?" She'd be pretty if she wasn't giving us such a sneer. Long, glossy dark hair, big blue eyes ringed with black, pouty pink lips, and a killer rack. She looks like a super model. A bitchy one, but a supermodel nonetheless. "Yeah," Geni says with a smile. She either doesn't notice the death glares from this chick, or she's trying to kill her with kindness. My money is on the latter. "He's dating my friend Quincy here."

It won’t matter how you win, all that matters is that you got the trophy. Nikolai knew that the person waiting for him was that type of person. A predator who’d willingly kill a prey. The door opened and unlike what he expected, a lady wearing a suit was sipping his coffee and reading a book. She took off her reading glasses when Nikolai arrived. Juliette had the same blonde hair as Claudia, but her features are softer. She looked like a regular hardworking employee and there was brightness and kindness with the way she smiled. “You arrived.”

"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 l

Sure, she’s a bit spoiled and has major brat energy, but she genuinely seemed like a good person. Before we can say anything, the private elevator dings and opens, revealing Juliette. Juliette steps out like she owns the entire building, sunglasses perched on top of her head while her heels click confidently against the marble floor. Her gaze lands on Lilly first before shifting to me, and her entire expression changes instantly. “Oh thank God, you’re alive,” she breathes before walking straight toward me. Lilly groans from beside me. “Seriously, that’s your opening line?”

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

He’d never in all the years he’d known her, heard she’d never refrained from answering a question. Leon was uncertain how to handle this. He knew she’d been drinking, and he could see she’d been crying as well. Leon also knew that she didn’t drive and used Michael’s driver’s service. “Do you want me to call for a driver? Or can I take you somewhere?” “Leon, no, you won’t do that.” She looked at her phone when it pinged and nodded. “Thank you. Have a good life, Leon.” Juliette took a jacket he’d never seen from the hall closet. She set her bags down to don a simple, old black coat over a sweater and jeans. She’d changed out of her emerald cocktail dress and wor

Julietliet. A smile finally appeared on Juliet's face as she walked back to take a seat. Vance and Gina came back into the room a while later, and Vance came along with a few dresses that Juliet could try on... "I picked out a few dresses, and my assistants are coming with a few more for you to try on... what do you think... which do you like... I picked it out, especially for you... how about this? " Vance picked up one of the dresses and was about to hand it to Juliet when her phone, which was in her bag, started to vibrate... Juliet ignored it at first and was about to check out the dress when her phone started to vibrate loudly once again, catching everyone's attention... "You should get