Julia Quinn Audiobooks Novels & Stories

--- Julian didn't sleep that night. He sat in his enormous, cavernous living room, staring out over the glittering city, an unread book in his lap. Perhaps you should start. Lena's words whispered in the quiet. Start what? Start healing? Start trusting? Start feeling again? He didn't know how. But God have mercy on him, because for the first time in years, he wanted to learn. And maybe—just maybe—Lena Carter was the only female on the face of the earth stubborn enough, gentle enough, brave enough.

But the text is still there, glowing like a coal in my memory. You can run but blood always finds blood. Julian’s voice is hoarse when he finally speaks. “I’m calling Grandma.” He doesn’t wait for permission. Victoria picks up on the first ring. “Julian?” Her voice is thin, frightened. “What’s happened?” He puts it on speaker. I hear myself make a sound I don’t recognize. Victoria gasps. “Elena?” Julian reads the text aloud, each word a blade. Silence on the line, then Victoria’s voice, old and shaking and furious.

Then Julian’s recorded voice cut through the speaker: "You are helping her. You are ensuring she stays exactly where she belongs. With me. Here is the final five million, Sia. Your name is clean. Leave the country." The audio didn't stop there. The background noise shifted. I heard the rustle of sheets, the heavy, ragged breathing of a man, and the high-pitched, desperate moans of a woman. "Julian... ah... yes, right there... thank you... thank you for the check..." Sia’s voice gasped through the speaker, accompanied by the unmistakable, rhythmic sound of a body being thoroughly, mercilessly taken. "I kept her compliant... I didn't tell her anything..."

Aurora asked. Julian looked directly into her dark eyes. The managed distance was a ghost. "Yes," Julian said. "I spent fifteen years building an empire to find the girl who could finish my sentences," he added. "And you found her in Cedar Falls," Aurora whispered. "Yes," Julian replied softly. He leaned forward, his hands resting on the wood. "I was never looking for a research result," Julian confessed. "No?" Aurora breathed. "I was looking for the person who made the noise of the world stop," Julian whispered.

"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

Julia’s voice trembled. “You kept saying my name.” Elena’s chest tightened. “Julia.” “Stop.” Elena silenced herself. Julia continued. “You couldn't move your left leg.” “I was bleeding.” “You were crying.” “You told me to wake up.” A memory flashed. Elena screaming: “Jules! Jules, open your eyes!” Elena staggered. Adrian moved toward her. She raised a hand. No. Let it come. Julia continued: “Then something changed.”

“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.