Warner And Juliette Novels & Stories

“Are the Winningtons no longer interested in the West Union project?” James was in bed with another woman, who he quickly pushed away. A mix of panic and reverence could be heard in his voice as he sputtered, “M-Mr. Fulcher, we’ve been following up closely on the project. Did we do something wrong to upset you in any way?” “You know very well what your family has done.” Nonetheless, Julian's curt reply was intimidating.

Juliet asked for a cup of water while Gina asked for some coffee, and Margaret left to get this done. Juliet's eyes scanned around as they waited, there were a few wedding dresses in the room and she had also seen some when they walked in and, to be honest, she was already impressed by the designs even though they were just displayed dresses... the door to the room opened and a man walked in with the lady from before behind him... he was a petite man, but he wasn't too short... he looked to him in his mid-thirties and was dresses stylishly... was this Mr Delarusso? Juliet wondered and saw the serious look on his face disappear and was immediately replaced with a warm and excited smile. His e

Standing there, smiling like a curse spoken in velvet, was Juliette. Her long crimson coat dripped with rain. Her gloved hands clasped a folded contract. And her lips—painted bloodred—barely moved as she whispered: “Hello again, darling. I believe your father still owes me a favor.” Zara’s blood went cold. Before she could speak, Juliette pushed past her and into the penthouse. War had officially walked in wearing Louboutin.

Juliette thought for a moment, then blushed and said, "The inspiration came from my fiance." The reporters instantly lit up. "May we ask who your fiance is? Is he also in the art world?" Juliette hesitated, but Dad grabbed the microphone and announced proudly, "Her fiance is the successor to Sinclair Group—Leon Sinclair!" This interview sparked heated discussions. Labels like "high-society wife" and "genius artist" quickly captured everyone's attention. Leon's father, Joseph Sinclair, even appeared in person to confirm Juliette's status as the Sinclair family's future daughter-in-law.

Chancellor Wolfe said, voice low and dangerous, arms spread across the back of the chair. Her fingers moved to the thin black straps on her shoulders. And for one breath—she hesitated. If he tells me to do something truly shameful… will I still obey? The answer pulsed between her legs. Yes. Juliette’s fingers moved to the thin black straps on her shoulders. She slid them down, slow, teasing, as her breathing quickened. The silk shifted. Slipped. “Slower, Little Muse,” he murmured. “Make Daddy wait.” She swallowed hard and obeyed, letting the fabric drag across her hard nipples.

Carter had left the house about an hour ago and Colton discerned that he was going to pick up Doctor Sarah. The two cousins never talked about their feelings again after the wedding, working as if there was no misunderstanding between them. There was a company emergency that took their weekend and Colton was happy to finally breathe. Seeing Juliet descending the stairs in that red body con dress stopping right above her knees, he wanted to claim her raw and hard. “Wow, you make a man feel hot,” He gasped and spoke. Caddaric agreed. Carter should have looked at the woman very well before calling her desperate.

He pointed to the girl then looking at Arien he said "She's my elder sister, Julien Lyle." "Elder Sister!" Arien exclaimed with excitement. Then he pointed at Arien, looked at Julien and said "She's my wife, Arien Jenner." "Wife?" Julian was shocked. "When did you marry? Why didn't you tell me?" She jumped up. "And what would you do if I tell you?" He raised his eyebrows. "Arien go freshen up." He said and looked back at Julien "And Miss Julie, come with me." He spoke as if ordering.

Juliette shivered. "I am sorry, it was Jazz, she was dead," Juliette whispered. Suddenly Juliette's head shot up, and she stared at Jaxon for a moment. "Jazz! We need to check on her!" Juliette yelped, psuhing Jaxon out of the way. "It's six in the morning Juliette, let's just head back to our room" Jaxon moaned, following Juliette out the door. * "Listen mister, I don't a damn if you are the head warrior, you will find my friend," Juliette said sternly to the man in front of her. He looked down at her in surprise, then he nodded curtly.

When he said no he meant no and Carlotta had never accepted that. Juliette got wasted she blamed herself thinking Carlotta had just left and gone somewhere she was unaware that one of her Guards was watching until she collapsed uncomsious so drunk she was sprawled on her sofa not even making it to her bed. The Guard had set up a distraction that drew her number two Gino, and the rest of the guards away from her and used the burner phone Romero had given him for exactly this purpose. ‘Don Romero, ha scoperto Carlotta, avevi ragione, vieni ora e non combatterà’ [Don Romero, she found out about Carlotta, you were right, come now and she will not put up a fight]

Peter winked. "Do you think a white suit would look good on me?" Juliette rubbed her chin, “I’m only used to wearing jeans and dresses. It feels strange to dress so formally like this,” "Juliette, you make every color and every shade look good on you," Lucas put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "Ew, can you be more cheesy?” Killian laughed at him. "Shut up, you bunny,” Lucas faked a smile.