Percy Lavon Julian Quotes Novels & Stories

“You can do this.” Julian was waiting for me in the living room, looking sharp in a dark suit. He offered me a reassuring smile. “Ready?” he asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, managing a small laugh. “I’m nervous, Julian. What if they don’t take me seriously?” “They will,” he said firmly, taking my hand. “You’re brilliant. They’ll see that quickly. Just stay calm and trust the process.”

the scientist said, slamming his empty glass down on the wooden table so hard that the leftover liquor sloshed over the edge. "Julian has a habit of using people until they aren't convenient for his bank account anymore, but you don't have to let him walk away with your life's work without getting what you actually deserve," I answered, and I leaned across the table so our heads were closer together while the jukebox played a loud tune near the entrance. "What do you care about the oncology batches anyway, because you look like one of those corporate finance guys who only cares about the stock value and the loan percentage?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at my jacket with deep su

“Don’t mention him to me. Now get lost.” Finn’s expression twisted, and his voice shot up. “Get lost? You think this place is your playground? Evelyn, you’re the kind of woman Julian should’ve ditched a long time ago.” Insults like that didn’t even faze me anymore. I gave a sweet, poisonous smile. “I’m a person, not a spare key. If you think Julian’s so great, maybe find him a locksmith. Pay four dollars and get him a master key—one that opens every door. That’s more his type, don’t you think?”

This was laughable. Julian leaned against the windowsill, a hint of desolation on his face. The shadows played across his profile, revealing a touch of gloom. "They guessed it themselves, I never said it explicitly." "...Then can you help me explain?" Vanessa was practically begging. "I don't want Aunt Evelyn to misunderstand me..." "Why should I help you?" Julian exhaled smoke into the air, his pupils turning amber. "Have you forgotten? I initially came to torment you."

He echoed after me. 🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️🗝️ Somewhere…. "I know the witches' weaknesses. Isn't that better if you want to win the war?" Julian asked with glee in her voice.

“This isn’t about my father. This is about you. You’re a parasite, feeding off other people’s pain. And I’m not going to feed you anymore.” His smile faded. “Be careful, Ava. One slip—and I press send. And this... fairy tale you’re playing with Damien? Over.” Ava’s voice quivered, yet she stood her ground “Do it. You think you’re scaring me? I’ve lived in fear for most of my life. But not anymore. If you burn me, I’ll take you down with me.” Julian’s face darkened. He stood slowly tossing a few bills on the table.

“Don’t speak, Father. We are getting you out of here. Gabriel is waiting above. We’ll take you to London, to the very best doctors…” Julian offered a weak smile, one filled with profound peace and release. He reached out, taking Liora’s hand and placing it together with Mavric’s directly over his bleeding wound. “Liora… look after him. You are… the only real thing… he has ever truly had. Destroy… Project Scorpion. Do not let… your blood… become a prison for the rest of the world…” Suddenly, Julian’s hand went limp. His eyes remained open, staring upward at the laboratory ceiling, but the light within them had faded forever.

“Too fast sometimes. I look at him and wonder if I’m doing any of this right.” “You are,” Asher said simply. “We’re all figuring it out. Every day.” Julian smiled faintly, then dropped into one of the chairs near the fire. “I came here to talk about something. About—Vivianne.” Asher looked up from the baby. His expression didn’t shift much, but Julian caught the faint flicker in his eyes. “Go on.”

“You know that’s not what I mean!” “Then what do you mean?” Julian casually sat on the carpet, appearing relaxed despite the tension. Looking up at her, he managed to convey a sense of authority. He smiled faintly, “Or is it about your theory of security again? Do you want our child to be born out of wedlock?”

He then turned to face Silvia. “What did he just say? Something about the lion?” Silvia gave Ryan a quick glance, then replied to Julian, “If I heard correctly, he said, ‘A lion does not turn its head when a dog barks.’” Julian suddenly had an epiphany. “Oh, I see, that’s the phrase.” He then said to Ryan, “Why don't you hurry up and tell Silvia how much you love her now that she’s asking you to speak? Yet for some reason, you’re suddenly saying this sentence. Will you still be able to engage in a pleasant conversation then?”