Julia Quinn Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"You're so strong, and I'm so proud of you." I smiled weakly, my vision blurring. "Thanks, Julia," I whispered, my voice barely audible. And with that, everything went black. * * As I drifted off into unconsciousness, I could hear Julia's voice, her words a gentle murmur in the background. "I've got all the evidence, Jordan. All the records, all the videos, all the testimonies. I've submitted everything to the police. Aurelia's going down, Valerie. She's going to pay for what she's done."

"Papà just needs a little quiet time, sweetheart. You can show him later." "Is he mad?" "No, baby. He's just... thinking about grown-up things." Isabella climbed into Julia's lap, nestling against her chest. "Grown-up things are silly. Kid things are better." Julia held her daughter close, breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo, feeling the solid warmth of her small body. This child. This beautiful, innocent child who was about to become the center of a custody battle. "Yes, they are," Julia whispered. "Kid things are so much better." Her phone rang. Mikal. Julia answered on the third ring. "You got the results." "I did." His voice was thick with emotion. "Julia, she's mine. She's

“ No, Damien. I don’t have a hand in this. Julia disappeared from the pack the very moment the strange illnesses struck you.” Aurora didn't show any sign of suspiciousness. She's deadly but I didn't know why I believed her this much. Everything seems crazy. I turned angrily from Aurora’s motionless face and retired to the bed. “ I shall not rest until Julia is brought back to the pack” I sank on the bed, ignoring the meal on the bed. Aurora lowered her face to the floor. She didn't move. She stood there, almost invisible. “If Julia's disappearance troubles you that much, then why not consult a mage to know her whereabouts?”

As the footsteps and voices drew closer, Julia quickly lay back and pretended to still be unconscious. The door opened and someone said 'the idiot is still unconscious, she and that her evil mom are pretenders! They killed my son and left the company in bankruptcy. Julia recognized the voice immediately, it was her grandfather Augustine!

she admits. “I don’t understand,” Lila says softly. “I was a whore. I did drugs so I could dull the pain,” Julia sighs as she answers Lila’s question, and Lila bites her lip nervously. I sigh as I hug her, “We are going to figure this out, Julia. Let’s just take it day by day. Selene sent us to find you, and we are finding Andy next. She wants us to take down the lab,” I tell her, but Ian scoffs, and we all turn to look at him.

Julia knew exactly what she was doing. She hadn't just overheard a random conversation about a talented jewelry maker. She knew exactly who the gossiping women had been talking about. Hell, she had been forced to listen to that absolute bullshit for years back at Claw Mountain. Emerald is so sweet. Emerald's art is so beautiful. Emerald and Stephen are the perfect fated pair. It had made Julia physically sick to her stomach.

Julia inquired, her curiosity showing no signs of abating. Meanwhile, Julian had gone unusually quiet, his attention fixed on my hands as they manoeuvred the steering wheel. I hoped he wasn't taking mental notes on my driving. "I know quite a few stories. Maybe tonight, I’ll tell you one. What kind of stories do you like?" I engaged with her, hoping to make her happier. "I like fairy tales with princesses and magic!" Julia exclaimed with a sparkle in her eyes. "Sounds perfect," I smiled, easing the tension in the air. "I think I have just the story for you. We’ll dive into a world of enchantment tonight."

I screamed into the phone. “Umm, hello to you too…” Juliana’s voice came through. “Julie?” I was dumbfounded. “What happened? Are you okay? I heard a voice.” “Oh…” her tone sounded abashed. She giggled. “What exactly did you hear?” Viktor watched me coolly while I spoke on the phone. He cocked his brow while his hand hovered over a button I was sure would commence the tracking of Juliana’s phone. I shook my head, and he closed the window.

“The wind shifted. You feel it too, don’t you?” Julian closed his book. “Yes.” She finally looked at him. “Who?” “Her name is Mirra Quell,” Julian said. “She’s not like the others.” Charlotte studied him. “Is she a problem?” Julian shook his head. “She’s a signal.” “Of what?” He stood slowly, walked to the bar, and poured them each a neat scotch. He handed her one. “That we’ve leveled up.”

The man didn’t answer properly to any of her questions even though she wanted to know more about him. The silence was disturbed by a rumbling sound. Both of them looked at each other. Julia’s hand flew down her stomach. “Are you hungry?” -- END