Total Drama Julia Novels & Stories

“Funny. You looked pretty determined when I walked in.” I stood frozen behind him, watching the exchange like it was some twisted play. My throat still burned from the water I’d swallowed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Dominic Rutherford. He was commanding, ruthless, and utterly terrifying—but he was also strangely captivating. Julia’s gaze darted to the door, and I saw the exact moment she decided to run. “Don’t you dare—” Dominic Rutherford started, but it was too late. Julia bolted toward the exit, shoving past him with surprising force.

maybe a week, to figure out how to falsify a DNA test. To find someone who could help her, someone who could be trusted—or bribed—to give her the results she needed. It was wrong. It was illegal. It was another massive lie piled on top of all the others. But it was also necessary. Because Julia had meant what she said to Vittoria: she would do whatever it took to protect her family. Even if it damned her soul in the process. Later that night, after Massimo had fallen asleep, Julia made a call. "Kate? I need your help. And I need you not to judge me for what I'm about to ask." As she explained the situation, she could hear Kate's disapproval through the phone. But in the end, Kate knew someo

“Calm down first and breathe. Think about this and stop reacting to him…. he’s jealous and goading for a fight, and you're playing right into his hands.” Elisa jumps when her own cell lights up and starts playing Mozart’s Jupiter symphony she has as her ringtone. It invades the quiet of our little solitary sitting space. She screws her nose up at whoever's name is on screen, her face drains first of all color, her cheeks ignite in a blush, and her eyes widen as she gulps. “It’s Tyler… what do I do?” Not what I was expecting, and I furrow my brow and shrug. I wonder if Dane is putting him up to this, but I doubt it, as he’s more of a fight-his-own-battle type.

No one would go unpunished—not even Logan, who had divorced her in the first place after making her wait for him for five long years. Just as Caspian was still trying to accept the harsh reality that Julia was gone—that she was a lifeless body in their city—the door opened, and Dominic walked into the room. 49 hours… “Mr. Caspian… it is time to leave for the live broadcast.” At the sound of Dominic’s words, Caspian felt an intense surge of rage course through every fiber of his being. His veins surged with raging blood, ready to spill over. A deep frown etched across his face as he lifted his head from the bed and turned to look at Julia. She still wasn’t moving. She still wasn’t awake.

Few days later, Julia was relaxing in her room after a long day at work when Raina walked in. Julia was startled, but managed to smile. 'I did your laundry today, hope you saw them?' Raina asked smiling lightly. 'Yes Aunty Raina thanks a lot' Julia replied cautiously but Raina showed no sign of leaving. She sat on the bed close to Julia. "Actually Julia I need your help with something very important and I hope you can help me with it' she said in a low voice. Julia was taken aback, deep down she knew a day like this will come as Martha has foreseen.

Feeling at a loss for words seeing his wife cry, he reached out to try to embrace her and also apologized, but Julia was quick to dodge his hand. "Please don't touch me!" With that she ran out of the room. Looking at his wife running out of the room crying, he let out a big sigh rubbing his hair in frustration. He has always known Julia to be very dramatic but what she just did, is way beyond him. Shaking his head at his overly dramatic wife, he fell back on a seat closest to him and closed his eyes, thinking…. ***** Immediately Julia ran out of the room, she stopped crying and straightened her posture. Clearing her throat she began walking far away from Colton and his probing questions.

I nod as the elevator doors open, and he takes my hand, pulling me inside. Riley Julia is so many things. Beautiful, kind, brave, strong, but above all else, she is a complete mind-blow. With my lifestyle, my business... my money, I've met every kind of woman that you can imagine and yet, I've never met a woman like her. I've had more than one woman chase me solely for financial gain, even had women try to rinse me when they already have money themselves but still want more. But Julia has nothing; no home, no car, no job and no money.

He winks, “You are everything I have ever wanted Lila and I am going to prove that even though we weren’t fated by the moon goddess, we belong together.” I smile, kissing his lips again and he returns the kiss. “What do you remember of Julia?” I ask. “What kind of trouble do you think she’s in?” Ryan sighs, “Julia was brave and strong, but she also could read people’s feelings. Sometimes it was too much for her. Somedays, she would be very high and then the next day, very low. She had her good days and bad days, but I know most of the time she was just overwhelmed.”

Rachel couldn't close her eyes that night, in three days she was going to marry Nicholas but Julia's problem really bothered them. What if Julia actually opened her mouth? Everything was going to get really messy! She had to beg Julia not to say anything, but she knew Julia wouldn't listen because she was so jealous of her. She straightened her back, ruffling her hair in frustration. She didn't understand herself who was being overly consumed with thoughts of Nicholas, hadn't she gone a bit too far?

The present interacts with the past, seeking to avoid mistakes. “I’ll run into the Central Library to see people today, I need to find out something. The librarian thought, not looking up from the monitor. Julia looked at the sleeping Alud. She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, afraid to disturb the wounded man. Her light beige dress pressed into the soft bed, creating clear folds at the hips, smoothly turning into a thin waist. Her crossed legs in black shoes were hidden under the fabric of the dress, just above the knees. Dark, shiny hair, like a monk's hood, fell over her shoulders, reaching a little to her shoulder blades, revealing only small areas between thick strands. A thin, delic