Julia Quinn Novels & Stories

“I don’t fucking care! I just got here, you should be taking me sightseeing, on dates, anything… I don’t do well locked up, Rosa!” I groaned heavily. God take me. I’d forgotten how clingy and outgoing Juliana was. Back in Boston, she slept by day and lived by night. She’s an influencer and likes to do outdoor content. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right out!” “Open the door,” she retorted. “What?” “Open up, I’ve got so much to tell you… remember Kade? The paperboy…” Did she really want to get in here and gossip while I’m naked?

And among them, one piece bears my initials. I stumble back, my knees weak. My hands tremble as the truth strikes me like a blade. Julia tried to get rid of the evidence linking her to my mother’s death. Gregory’s voice cuts through the fog, clear and unyielding. “Lady Julia, you are under arrest for the murder of Queen Sarah Halrion.” The guards seize her wrists, the clink of iron cuffs ringing through the house. Julia thrashes once, her glare burning holes into me, but she cannot fight her way out of the truth.

“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.”

No response. "JULIAN!"

Everyone thinks Julian isn’t seeing someone, but between Julian and me, we both know that’s not true. In fact, Julia is engaged to a Beta heiress but is keeping it a secret for now, for the goddess knows why. So, it’s a secret just between us. “What?” Simon asks. “Since when?” “Who is she? What family is she from? Is she from Silver Valley?” Victor queries. If Julian wants to tell the guys the truth, then no, the girl is not from Silver Valley. But I’m worried, because I have a feeling he’s not talking about her.

she said quietly. “I didn’t come for my son,” Julia snapped, her manicured fingers drumming on her designer purse. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing into cold slits. “I came to deal with you.” Lauren felt a chill crawl up her spine. “I know your type, Lauren,” Julia said, her voice dropping into a deadly, calm tone. “I know exactly what you’re hunting for. You saw a young, rich man and decided to secure your future. I’m here to make it easy for you to walk away.”

I moved closer to the door. Just close enough to see through the crack. What I saw made my blood turn to ice. Leighton sat on the edge of his desk, his shirt unbuttoned. A young woman stood between his legs, her hands on his bare chest. She had long red hair and perfect pale skin. She wore a tight green dress that showed off her figure, and now she was half naked, huge breasts hanging in front of Leignton's face. Julia. From the Blood Moon Pack up north.

Like us, he has no answer, so he remains silent. I walk closer to the portrait, tilting my chin upward as my eyes trace her features. With each passing second, I start to notice the differences. Luna Julianne’s posture is confident, her gaze sharp. Immense pride with a hint of royalty emanates from her, a reflection of a life filled with power, admiration, and luxury. If I were in that portrait, I could never pull off that look because I don’t know what it means to live a life of comfort and power. I feel Carlisle’s tall presence beside me, “Julianne was the daughter of Alpha Maddox of the RedStone Pack. They are alive, and still mourn their daughter’s death.”

Queen Julia had hoped that Sasha would never reveal the identity of the child to her but from an early age, the nurse had told her who she was and revealed everything making Lunaria know who her real parents were and how she came to be. But even with that revelation, Lunaria never scorned them, she tried to play around her mother from an early age, tried to please her sister, and looked up to her stepfather and all she got in return was hatred and malice. Queen Julia went up to her office, corking the bottle of champagne and pouring some in a glass. She licked the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue before sipping gently from it. She hummed happily to herself, celebrating the death o

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.