Julia Quinn Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"That chubby kid thinks he's all that just because he comes from a rich family. He doesn't know yet that the male lead is actually Wesley Hunter, the wealthiest and most influential person in all of Centrae! "And when he finds out that the female lead, Hilary Jameson, and her daughter, Sandy Hunter, got bullied like this, he is going to bankrupt the Sterlings!" I cocked my eyebrow when I read the comments, silently taking note of the information given. When I arrived at Theo's preschool, I saw him standing in the corner, silent, his head down. A beautiful young woman was carrying a little girl in her arms, not too far away, comforting her quietly. She had to be Hilary, the main female lead t

“You should compute that he doesn’t want you. They are forcing you on him.” Mila didn't want to be generous or take things easy with any of them anymore. She turned to Anya. “I am sure your ear and eye are still functioning. If you don’t witness, don’t you listen?” “Hear what?” Anya asked. “The news,” she responded. “Oh, I forgot they gave me your can in the morning, so you won’t figure out what’s trending today.” “Which can?” Anya was confused. “Your phone, of course.” She smiled and flung the phone at Anya’s chest.

The Swiss Alps were silent, but my mind was a riot of static and headlines. We were safe in the Bliss Foundation’s high-altitude villa, but the "Gold" scar on my arm was itching—a phantom vibration that told me the world wasn’t done with Elara Favour just yet. "You’re doing it again," Julian said. He was standing in the doorway of the study, silhouetted against the moonlight. He had a glass of water in one hand and a tablet in the other. "You’re writing the lead in your head before the event even happens."

I lied. Empress Cynthia’s lessons were the worst; I hated every minute and second of it. I was currently learning an ancient, ‘forgotten’ language called Sumerian. Most times, all I imagined was shoving the textbook down her throat. I couldn’t deny that there was something off-putting about her—but then again, so was every Empress in this damned city. “I don’t expect less.” Julia said. I could tell that wasn’t exactly the reason she was here, and she was getting to that part soon. “Have you seen Trian by any chance? I’ve sent a few soldiers to find him, but he seems to be out of reach.”

Julien’s POV It’s been over three months since Aurelia disappeared, and every single day since then has felt like a slow descent into madness. Nothing made sense anymore. I’ve searched every corner of the city, every hotel, every safe house, every airport. There was no record of her leaving, yet I knew she wasn’t here. She was too smart to leave a trace the normal way. She found another way, something only Aurelia would think of. That evening, I sat in the dimly lit sitting room, the silence pressing heavily against me. I read her email again... and again. I could almost hear her voice in the words, soft and trembling, as if she’d written them through tears.

I glanced down at Julia, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of Trevis's voice. “Good morning,” she murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. Trevis's voice cut through my confusion. “Wait, did I just hear a woman's voice? Are you with Julia in your hotel room?!”

Julia POV I looked to Eric in surprise. He put his phone on speaker phone and nodded to me to speak. “Hello?” I replied. I heard a swift intake of breath from the other end of the line. “Julia?” I heard come out in a somewhat strangled voice. “Yes. Who is this?” I demanded. “I am your father, Julia,” the man responded.

I spun the screen to face her with my oldest manuscript on display, less than proudly. “Feel free to take a look,” I said, but she shook her head, her eyes sparkling in her beautiful fascination. “No. I love audio. I want to hear your voice, please. Can you read it to me?” I wasn’t sure about that, but she carried on asking, spinning my screen back to me. “Please, Julian, you have the best voice in the world.” That was enough of a compliment. I cleared my throat and began to read my story. One I’d written around college, when I was about her age. A thriller, about a man who wakes up to find his wife gone, with nothing more than a note on their sideboard saying sorry.

He tried to help me stand but I move again, not letting his hand touch me, leaning towards Grace for support. “All this drama!” Julia said, rolling her eyes, “I'm hungry and I need to rest, I've had a long day. Doctor said I should not stress myself too much.” she yawned loudly like she was bored of all of it. “Hey! You! Go bring my suitcase outside and show me to my room, then bring…….” “You're not welcome here. Get the fuck out of this place, this instant!” Dre cuts her off