Best Julia Quinn Books Novels & Stories

It was nice to see. “What are you reading?” she asked. Julia filled her in on the newest novel she had found stashed away in an old cabinet in the back of the house. It was an extremely exciting romance story that Julia said she could hardly put down. Once Cordia was up to speed on what had happened so far, Julia began to read the rest of the story to her. After an hour or so of reading about pirates, treasures, and how Sir Camion would love Miss Sicilia to the end of time, Julia paused. “My throat is dry,” she said. She coughed a little, which alarmed Cordia.

assistant"> Julia’s First-Person POV The silence after Ava left felt worse than the screaming. It sat heavy in the room, thick with shock and fear, while everyone avoided looking directly at me. Because now they knew. Not just whispers. Not just rumors. The truth. Julia Bennett. Hidden heir. Protected child. The girl at the center of the Bennett scandal. My stomach twisted violently. I pulled my hand from Alan’s grasp and stepped away, needing space to breathe. But breathing felt impossible when dozens of eyes kept sliding toward me with curiosity and calculation.

and they looked as if they'd been ripped from her sister's diary. Then it clicked... The missing pages of her sister's diary. Evelyn gasped. "How..." "How do I have this, you ask? Oh, come on, Evy, you weren't expecting me to hand you your sister's diaries without going through them myself, were you? Those diaries were the only reason I decided to get closer to you. I wanted to find out if she'd left anything detrimental to me. But after a while, it became extra entertaining watching you find someone that was just right under your nose, so I let you and even help add a little spice here and there." Julia snickered. "You know, it was really hilarious when you thought the person she didn't tru

"You know anything about Julia?!" ***

“It doesn’t protect her from predators who don’t announce themselves. I do.” Priya shook her head, rage and grief twisting together. “You’re not protecting her. You’re consuming her.” You're only going to ruin her. “I provide,” Julian said. “I shield. I open doors she’d never reach on her own. And in exchange, she is mine.” The word mine felt like a knife sliding between Priya’s ribs. “If you tell Richard,” Julian continued softly, “you don’t just break his heart. You break hers. The scholarship disappears. The board hears she ‘solicited’ me. The narrative becomes very ugly, very fast.”

Luca said quietly, his eyes searching her profile. "I don't need to ask," Julia said, not looking at him. "If I ask, you will lie. If you lie, I have to kill you to keep my daughters safe. Right now, you are more useful to me alive." Luca let out a short, dry breath that sounded almost like a laugh, though there was no humor in it. "You really are ruthless, aren't you?" "I had a good teacher. My husband spent years pretending to love me while building a life with another woman and a secret son," Julia said, finally turning to look him dead in the eyes. "I will never trust a Romano again, Luca. Not Anthony. And certainly not you."

It wasn’t like Geo to keep me waiting, let alone an entire party that he’d actually sent for. Julia looked and acted just as rough and tough as I remembered her. She’d managed to elevate her position within the mutant-vampire army to one of authority and she took her responsibilities seriously. It shouldn’t have surprised me, since she was fairly put out with Geo when she walked in on our love tryst prior to my being presented to Sybil. Julia was a stickler for following the rules. “His majesty sends his apologies,” Julia said with a smirk as she slowly looked me up and down. “He has been detained by urgent business.”

“I know. That’s why you’re here. You print carefully. You investigate harder. And when you find what I already know… we talk again.” She tilted her head. “And what happens to Roman?” “Whatever the facts say he deserves.” Lena gave a single nod. Not agreement. Not judgment. Just a mark of understanding. Then she rose and glanced once more around the boutique. “This is the beginning,” she said. “Not the story itself.” “I know.” As she left, Julian returned to my side. His expression unreadable, but his hand found mine beneath the fabric of my sleeve. “How did it go?” he asked.

Nonetheless, the messes she made in the kitchen were no joke. “That’s alright,” Julia said, sounding breathless. She stood from her seat and grabbed her bag. I followed her every movement with my eyes. “Do you want my chauffeur to send you back to your house?” Heather asked. Julia’s eyes flickered to mine for a second before she shook her head. “No, it’s alright,” she said. “I can find my own way back.” With that, she left the art room and the apartment, leaving Heather and I all alone in the room. As soon as Julia was gone, she went over to where I was and caressed my cheek. Her hands were strangely cold despite attending to the burnt brownies.