Julia Quinn Audiobooks Novels & Stories

She lifted her combat boot and stepped cleanly over his bruised back, not even sparing him a single downward glance. She paused at the open doorway, bathing in the warm afternoon sunlight. Robin turned her head slightly, her lethal emerald green eyes flashing with cold, victorious fire as she looked at the trembling, horrified matriarch. "The next time you call my phone, Eleanor," Robin whispered, her melodious voice carrying effortlessly across the ruined room, "make sure you have an actual ambulance waiting. Because you will need it." Without waiting for a reply, Robin walked out into the courtyard, leaving Eleanor’s terrified, high-pitched shrieks echoing uselessly behind the heavy villa

It's a good thing most of our furniture had some surface other than cloth. She looked at the large wet spot and replied, "Yes, sir." Julia went into the living room and tried to watch TV; anything to distract her from the intermittent buzzing in her pussy, though from what I could see, she wasn't having much success in diverting herself. Finishing up, I went and sat beside her on the couch, lightly stroking her breasts as we watched Last Man Standing. About halfway through the show, she pleaded with me to suck me off again.

His obsidian eyes were dark and intense, fixed entirely on her face as if trying to read the thoughts behind her calm expression. "You heard them," Julian said, his deep, gravelly baritone carrying a strange, raw edge that resonated through the quiet corridor. It wasn't a question; his heightened canine hearing had undoubtedly picked up the Omegas' cruel gossip from down the path, and he knew she had been within earshot.

My gaze drifted to the reflection of Morgana staring back at me but beneath her Ava was awake not Ava Johnson but Ava Thorne. “What next?” I murmured. The answer had lived inside of me for years. “I want his peace,” I said quietly, “his family, in fact everything that makes him who he is.” “You sound serious and happy“ the woman from the other end of the call inhaled sharply. “Of course I am serious, but happy?” I closed my eyes then opened them again. “This isn’t happiness,” I continued, “happiness was believing when someone said forever.” Before she could reply, the call disconnected.

I looked like myself. Not the version I had been asked to be. Not the one Alessia had tried to distort. Just me. Juliana Cross. Noelle Vale’s daughter. A woman who had walked through storms and was still standing.

Besides, the events of the previous night have made me realize the importance of diverting my mind from things. I was shaking as my fingers nervously tapped against the polished wood of my table. I glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at the piece of paper in front of me with the phone number for Muse & Mugs scribbled in the corner. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone and dialed the number. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered, "Muse & Mugs, this is Claire. How can I help you today?" "Hi, Claire," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "My name is Julia, and I play guitar. I heard that Muse & Mugs hosts live performances, and I was wondering if I could speak

Julia's POV “Julia.” I heard my name called softly in the dark. It was gentle, high-pitched, and recognizable. I lifted my face from my thighs and glanced through the door. A feminine figure was peeking through the small window. “Julia, are you alright? Are you there?” she whispered, gently tapping on the door. I got to my feet, brushing the dust from my skin. I stumbled to the door, a burning sensation spreading across my face. At first, my vision was unclear. I gently rubbed my eyes and squinted through the window, seeing the princess standing there with a concerned expression.

Julia's eyes were fierce as she gazed into the distance coldly. Her greatest mistake in her life until this moment was being so deluded that she believed that she could be loved! But fortunately, since God did not let her die, she shall have those who had trampled her live in just as much unrest as she did. When Summer returned home to the mansion in West City, her fingers were cold. She was not sure whether it was because of the words she had said during the board of directors meeting or whether it was because she had heard Wade's story.

Julia sits on a stool at the island, scrolling through her cell phone. “Zeke!” she exclaims, dropping the device in surprise. It lands on the granite countertop with a dull thud. She presses one hand to her heart and shakes her head. “You scared me!” “I’m sorry,” I apologize quickly. I’ve barely said a few words, and I’m already fucking this up even more. “I didn’t mean to barge in like this. The back door was open and I–” Julia holds up one hand, cutting me off. “Don’t worry about it,” she dismisses. “I need to ask you something. Do you believe in curses?”

He had just returned from a long day of meetings, but something in the air felt… off. As he entered the living room, he paused. Julia was seated on the edge of the couch, her back to him, phone pressed tightly to her ear. Her voice was sharp, low, and laced with fury. “She refused to leave my man for me,” Julia hissed into the phone. “I think it’s high time I deal with her. She’s just playing with fire. And by the time I’m through with her and her family… whenever she sees Jake, she’ll run and hide.”