Percy Lavon Julian Quotes Novels & Stories

At an interview, my husband, Julian White, reveals that he has already allocated his assets properly. The host in charge of interviewing him makes a joking remark that he must have left large amounts of money to his son and wife. With a gentle smile on his face, Julian denies it softly. "I only left them enough money to sustain their lives. The rest of the assets are reserved for my adoptive daughter, Rosy, only. "This is a promise between me and her mom. I had promised her that I'd make sure her daughter would lead a lavish and worry-free life at her grave." When I hear Julian's statement, I pause in my actions of preparing a meal for the children. Then, I look up at the television in disbelief. Meanwhile, Julian is prattling on and on about his deceased first love, Vivian Bennett. Some time later, the host speaks up again. "Does your wife know about this?" Julian is left feeling taken aback for a moment. But his smile doesn't change at all. "She won't disagree with my decision. Over the years, she's been nothing but great to Rosy. Heck, she's even better than most caretakers out there." I take off my apron and walk out of the kitchen. Then, I scoop up my son, Jude White, who's in the middle of picking up toys for Rosy, into my arms and return to my room. It's been six long years, and I've finally had enough with this family. Since Julian doesn't intend to give me and Jude anything, then he can find himself another "caretaker".

When I'm washing Julian White's pants, I pull out a management fee invoice from one of the pockets. Surprisingly enough, the address is the unit on the floor above my apartment. The thing is, Julian's name is put down as the apartment owner. As I clutch the invoice, I feel my blood turning into ice. Suddenly, I recall the way Julian kept telling me he had overtime shifts to pull over the past six months. Because of that, he often came home past midnight. There were a few times when I realized that his car was still parked in its designated parking slot of the apartment block despite the fact that he had already "gone out". When I asked Julian for the reason, he answered, "The gas prices are very high right now. Taking the subway is more convenient, not to mention I get to save more money for our family's expenses." I used to feel happy about the fact that Julian cared so much about our family. But now, I finally realize that his so-called overtime shifts are just excuses for him to spend time in the unit upstairs. At that moment, I hear the sounds of a key being inserted into the front door's lock. Julian is home. When he notices the invoice in my hand, he takes it from me casually. "Maybe the staff placed it in the wrong mailbox." I nod with a smile. "It's nothing. I'm going to take out the trash first." After leaving the apartment, I head upstairs right away. Once I knock on the door, the woman who came to open the door for me is heavily pregnant. It seems that she's about to give birth.

Elara Vance is down to her last four dollars when she accidentally blackmails NYC’s most ruthless billionaire, Julian Thorne. Instead of ruining her, Julian pays up, daring her to see how much of his world she can handle. In this high stakes game of debt and desire, who will be drained first?

After returning from a three-month business trip, I rushed to meet my fiancé and resolve our dispute over my best friend, Elena. Elena’s ex-husband left her penniless and broken. I offered her my apartment, helped her "find herself" and accompanied her through nights of tequila-soaked sobbing. My fiance, Julian, hated it. Or so he said. "She’s a leech, Clara," he’d snap, watching her try on my designer coats. "She doesn't even know how to make toast without calling for help. Are you her best friend or her maid? People like her don't want to heal; they just want a free ride." She's lost everything, Julian," I argued."Without her, I wouldn't have survived my mother’s death. Please, just be patient for me." I let myself in quietly. The house was still, the air smelling of expensive candles and something else—something sweet and floral that wasn't mine. I walked toward the master suite, expecting to find Julian asleep. Instead, the door was ajar. The wine bottle I had brought to surprise Julian slipped from my hand, leaving me paralyzed for a moment. Elena was draped across my silk sheets. Julian was hovering over her, expertly shucking oysters—my favorite—and feeding them to her with a look of doting, soft-eyed tenderness he hadn't shown me in months. "You're so much better at this than she is," Julian purred. "Because she’s cold, Julian," Elena whispered, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "She’s all business. She doesn't know how to satisfy men in bed." I stood in the doorway, my whole self trembling, not in cold but in pure rage and disgust. "I hope the oysters are fresh," I said, my voice cutting through the room like a blade.

At VanDermere Global, everyone is hiding something. Aiden Shaw wasn't supposed to even stand out. A talented but broke designer or he wanted to survive the brutal junior executive program. Unfortunately he met Julian Vince, a calm, cold strategist with eyes that watch too closely and a past that doesn't exist. But what Aiden doesn't know is that Julian Vince is actually a lie. A mask. And behind that mask is Julian VanDermere, the hidden heir to the billion-dollar empire. The rivalry was only supposed to be professional. Their chemistry—a mistake? But a secret like this doesn't stay buried forever. And when the truth comes out, so will everything else. He thought the danger was the competition. He was wrong.

Three years ago, Avery Thorne married Julian Sterling for love. Today, she found out she was actually a human blood bank. While Avery sat in a hospital bed, Julian was busy transferring her patents, her fortune, and her very name to his mistress, Sarah. By the time the divorce papers were signed, the legal system no longer recognized Avery’s face. To the world, she is a delusional stalker named Sarah Vance. To Julian, she is a loose end that needs to be buried. Arrested and erased from her own life, Avery is left with nothing but fifty dollars and the knowledge of every security flaw in the empire she built. But Julian made one fatal mistake: he left her alive. From the shadows of the city she once owned, Avery begins a cold and calculated war. She isn't just coming back for her money or her company—she is coming back for her soul. And this time, she won't be the one bleeding.

Julian Vane is the "Ice King" of Wall Street—a man of cold logic and zero scandals. Maya Rossi is a struggling creative who can barely pay her rent. When Maya accidentally live-streams Julian in a moment of utter, dorky vulnerability, his stock prices plummet along with his reputation. To save his empire, Julian’s PR team crafts a lie: Maya isn't a trespasser; she’s his secret fiancée. Now, Maya is traded from her cramped apartment to a glass penthouse, forced to play the doting lover to a man who treats romance like a hostile takeover. But as the cameras roll and the "likes" pour in, the lines between their contract and their chemistry begin to blur.

Struggling writer Julian Hayes is drowning in debt and rejection emails when a dream contract lands in his lap. Six months of exclusive work with Cross Media under the direct supervision of its powerful and icy CEO Ethan Cross. What Julian does not expect is that the commanding stranger who fucked him senseless in a luxurious Upper East Side penthouse the night before raw desperate and anonymous is now his boss. Bound by a strict contract and crushing tension their days turn into charged late night sessions where every argument crackles with forbidden heat. Ethan guards his pristine reputation with ruthless control. Julian refuses to be hidden. In a world where image is everything how long can they fight the pull between power and desire before everything breaks?

Julian Vance is the disciplined, fiercely proud captain of the university ice hockey team. His sworn enemy is Kael Sterling, the arrogant and explosive star player of their rival school. When a brutal game ends in a locker room confrontation, a dangerous bet sparks a dark obsession. But the stakes shatter when Julian's mother and Kael's father unexpectedly marry. Now, forced to live under the same roof and play for the same team, their fierce rivalry turns into an agonizing forced proximity. Society's rules dictate they are forbidden, and their mutual hatred demands they stay apart, but the electric tension between them refuses to be ignored. As the ice melts and boundaries blur, Julian and Kael must decide if their forbidden connection will cost them their dreams, or if surrendering to each other is the ultimate victory.

"Sign the papers, Elara. Chloe is dying, and her body is rejecting the treatments. You are a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, and it is the least you can do after being entirely useless to my family for three years." Julian Sterling, the ruthless CEO of Sterling Enterprises, threw the divorce papers at her feet. Elara Vance did not cry. She signed the papers, left her wedding ring on the mahogany desk, and vanished into the night. Three years later, Chloe's condition mutates, and Julian is utterly desperate. He offers a staggering bounty of one hundred million USD to locate the mythical, elusive "Dr. S," the only surgeon alive capable of saving his beloved. After months of begging the global medical underground, the heavy doors of the Genesis Institute open for him. Julian drops to his knees, ready to surrender his entire empire. But the woman looking down at him in a pristine white coat is not a stranger. It is Elara. And standing behind her, playing with a scalpel and looking at Julian with murderous intent, is Dante Morretti—the deadliest billionaire in Europe, who calls Elara his Queen.