Julia Quinn Novels & Stories

"Sure, it looks cool and it is sometime nice and relaxing to have people do things for you but.....is really what you want for yourself? to be a burden to other's? to never be able to have a family of your own or protect the people you love?" Anna had tears in her eyes or maybe it was sweat but thinking back to Li Chen's cold body, the time she buried her mother alone, the time she found out about her real family, Janet, her birth mom.....Dylan. "No!" Anna said gritting her teeth struggling to get up and try it again. "I didn't hear you....what did you say?" Dr Joon pretended not to hear....she wanted to confirm something about this girl. "No!" Anna screamed "Are you sure?"

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.

“Explain.” Julia swallowed hard. “I used to be part of a pack that… that Viktor had influence over. I… I saw what he did. What his people were capable of.” “That doesn’t explain why Kian recognized you,” Beck cut in. Julia hesitated, then looked at Kian directly. “Because I wasn’t just a member of that pack. I was close to one of Viktor’s informants. I…” she stopped, her voice wavering. “Who?” Kian demanded.

"And what about Lachlan's mother now? Where is she?" Sims' expression shuttered, his mouth pressing into a thin line. "I'm afraid I can't help you with that, Miss Quinn. It's not my place to discuss such matters." I tried a different approach. "And what about Julia? Lachlan's wife. What was she like?" Sims' grip tightened on the feather duster, his knuckles turning white. "Miss Julia was...a force of nature. She was vibrant, full of life. But she was also...troubled."

A soft knock came at the door. “Can I come in?” she asked. I rushed to open it. The door swung open, and there she was—Julia. She was pretty. From her features, I could tell she was Asian-American. She had a soft, welcoming smile, her sleek hair pulled back. She wore a corporate dress and looked about my age. “Hi! I’m sorry about earlier,” I smiled, apologizing for brushing her off before. “Oh no, Ma, no need to apologize. Mr. Rogers told me you weren’t informed about my appointment. My name is Julia Chen, and I’ll be your personal assistant.”

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

Julia nodded smiling and slowly closed her eyes back to rest. "Here are the reports miss" Joyce said gently placing a stack of documents on Juliet's table. Juliet nodded and waved her away still concentrating on the file she was reading. Joyce bowed a little and left, as soon as she left Juliet grabbed the documents and began to go through the profiles of the staffs carefully. Then she found Julia ownand pulled it out of the lot with an evil grin. Name: Julia Bacock Age:30 Area of study: Finance Address: flat 305 Adrina complex

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Jason commanded. "Sir, her name is Julia Harrison. She stays with her mother at Belle Glade, in a two-bedroom house. The house is occupied by just the two of them, she and her mother. Concerning her father, she never met him. She is a school bus driver, and that is how she earns money for her daily upkeep. Her mother is a dressmaker. Despite their living conditions, Julia likes to party with her two best friends, Matilda Hayford, whom she calls Tilly and Michael Hogan, at night clubs and even though she can't handle her liquor, she likes to drink," the caller informed Jason. "That is all I found out about her," the caller added.