June Egbert Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat and presenting June to David and Fred, he said “Meet the latest employee of WellsEmpire!” Fred smirked while David had an astonishing look on his face. “June is now the head of publicity and advertisement of Wells Empire,” Leonard announced. June immediately popped the champagne while David turned to his father. “What are you doingDad?” June began to pour the wines into the glasses on the table. “Don’t be such a kiljoy, David.” She passed one of the glasses to Leonard. Leonard took the glass and raised it to his face. “Congratulations.” She smiled.

June jerked a little, startled, her eyes widening. “Why are you involving yourself in what does not concern you? Do you know who Helene is at all? Helene is one of the most famous models in Emeralda. Not only in this city but across Seattle and all the Washington states. Do you wish to offend her? And to top it, she’s the future daughter-in-law of Ryder Hawthorne. Do you hear that?” Hearing that, June’s eyes widened in shock. The crowd that had already begun to form around us all gasped, whispering excitedly.

Zane The pounding in my head became so unbearable as I made my way out of the room. The memories from last night started to come back slowly. I remember going to the club to celebrate the new Miller acquisition. It’s a multi-billion dollar deal that had so many companies running around trying to get it, but then I got it. And I couldn’t have gone it without… oh my goodness, June! June has been my personal assistant for the past three years. She knows every damn thing about me, and yeah, we went to the club together.

The person on the other side of the screen after seeing Laetus' ordering message was a little annoyed, Soul Gwen's work of disseminating pictures to the media had just ended, he hadn't even finished editing the manuscript sent by the other journalists. But now there is another case of that troubled female star, Erika Doris, if outside the fans always wholeheartedly support her for talent, for beauty, inside everyone is constantly cursing because of her impulsiveness, I mean the star is made there by her country. And June Kalius is also in the back group, among the anti-fan crowd, June is probably the one who has a grudge against Erika, maybe it is not even an exaggeration to say that June is

She hasn't done a lot of things she hadn't done before but she liked when Dean liked what she wears. June had dragged her later to a record store where she wanted to buy some of her metal records which Sara had zero interest in. Sara wasn't a music person. She would occasionally listen to music when she was on her laptop on in car but going out of her way to buy it just sounded bothersome.

I smiled at their flushed, sweaty faces and asked them to take a few deep breaths before moving to cool down. After ten more minutes, everyone had a glow on their skin. I chatted with the few regulars who had joined my Pilates studio and helped my assistant, June, with the clean-up. I had hired June two months ago so I could spend more time with Aaron and help prepare for his wedding. She was smart and creative with our social media and helped with the group training. Some clients had already consulted her for one-on-one trainings. “How was the wedding?” June asked, her gray eyes widening with excitement. She had missed the wedding since it clashed with her Hawaii travel with her friends for

Or should I pretend to be responsible and let you sleep? I smiled before I even typed back. Me: Awake. What’s up? A second later—Ryans: Got something to tell you later. You’ll like it. And then, Also, remind me never to let Ethan near my Spotify again. Guy thinks "Eye of the Tiger" is workout music for everything. I laughed under my breath. Apparently, I didn’t laugh quietly enough. “Oooh,” June said, pushing herself forward on her elbows while her eyes lit up like a gossip columnist catching a scoop. “That smile is suspicious. Who’s the mystery texter?”

"You did this? You turned my life—my mom’s death—into some book series?" "I’m the Editor," Suit-Gabe replied. He pointed at the computer screen. June saw a video playing: a park in Nigeria, where a new June and a new Dante sat on a bench, drinking zobo. "The Original June Avery died twenty years ago. Kitchen accident. We built this Market to see if we could bake a version of her that lived. We needed her soul to power the Great Oven. Turns out, sacrificing yourself for others? Best energy in the universe." It felt like a truck hit June. "The Original... is dead?"

Vicky pleaded, “I am Vicky and a friend of Noah's. That is why I was curious about your relationship with him.” “Then why didn’t he introduce you to me?” Emily quizzed “He must have been in a hurry. He is the reason I am in this tight budget production.” “Stop bombarding her with questions and just accept her apology. My name is June, by the way, and I am a big fan of your cooking show. It’s an honor to have you here,” June said excitedly. “Same here… you know what? If you can make her forgive me I would sign you an autograph,” Vicky said.

“Yeah, we’ve seen him. But he’s not really active around here. Even when Morgan throws parties, he doesn’t show up like a fucking introvert.” “That Rubbie girl was even laughing on the day of her execution,” June said as she sat down on the bed. I could see her fighting back tears. Her eyes shimmered, her lips pressed tightly together. It must’ve been so hard for her. “Hey,” I said gently, sitting beside her. I placed my hand over hers and turned her face toward me, offering a small smile. “You have me and Zinnia now. Don't avoid us again, okay? We understand you… more than you think.”