Julia Quinn Novels & Stories

“Julia thinks she’s won. She has the man, the baby—twins now, I hear, and the approval of everyone who once looked down on me. Nero, Augustus, even that bitch Scribonia… they all turned their backs on what was rightfully mine. But I can bring them down from the inside. I know how Marcus operates having to work with the DeCavalcante for so long. I know how my stepdad thinks. With your resources and my knowledge, we can dismantle their empires piece by piece.” Quino leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching me with calculating interest. “And what do you get out of this marriage?” he asked. “Power,” I answered without hesitation. “The kind they denied me. The kind that lets me watch them

CHAPTER 12 ZYLIAH'S POV "Hi, I'm Julia. Julia Fawn." The cheerful auburn-haired realtor, wearing the warmest smile and hazel eyes that held a wise, keen gleam of intelligence, extended her hand for a handshake. Her welcoming demeanor coaxed a genuinely warm smile from me as I reached out and accepted her handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Fawn." I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "I'm Zyliah. Zyliah Davis."

Of all the people in this world? My private investigator had sent me all the information he could lay his hands on about Julia and that's how I got to know they were related. They were never really close. Julia was born and raised in the UK., She came to New York for university and has not left since then. She has been living here for almost seven years now, working at different clubs as a bartender, stripper, and now a sex worker and pimp. How did I end up in this position for fucks sake! From the information here, they do not seem to have a personal relationship aside from being related by blood. But still………

Julia shook her head as she stepped closer to me. “How could I? If I had trusted with all my heart, wouldn't I have died out of Helena’s betrayal. My inability to trust fully has made me survive until this day.” I answered. Julia had no combat abilities so it would have been easy taking care of her, however, who knows what they had modified in her? Did she take the substance as well?

Julia Love 27 years old 5’4” tall, shoe size 6, cup size DDD, waist 32 inches Parents: Nancy Love and Jacob Harris Siblings: none Significant others: Ray Moore James Wilson Birthday June 27 Address: XXXX Jackson St, New Orleans, Louisiana XXXXX apt: 1301 Phone number: XXX-XXX-XXXX Worked: Oak Hills High-school as senior English teacher Plains Capital Banks as a teller Currently employed by: Mackenzie Realtor’s office Son: James Love 2 years old Birthday March 27 Father: unknown Babysitter Tricia Carleton I sent Walter an email back asking if he would be able to get a sample of her son for a DNA test. He emailed back that he would bribe the babysitter. I laid back down on the bed and looked a

Rachel pulled the curtains, a soft 'oh!!' escaping her lips. "Awwn!, isn't he an absolute cutie!!" - Bennett/Marceline squealed happily, her hands held firmly together as she desperately resisted pinching Dean's pale, soft cheeks. "It's too bad that he's in this state, courtesy of that Irina bitch!!" - Rachel gritted her teeth, her hands balling into tight fists. "Selene, are you truly not going to pursue this?!. That wretched witch can't possibly get away with what she's done, she literally tried to kill you!!"

It was then that Julia posted a bombshell in our group chat. "Hey, my darlings. I'm getting married on October 4th. Please come to the wedding and be my bridesmaids. I've prepared beautiful dresses for you girls." The sudden good news was so uplifting. I immediately perked up and told her that Queenie had gone to bed before switching to private chat. Julia was a typical northern young woman of about the same height as me. She had that straightforwardness typical of people from the north and was a bold drinker.

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

When they finally released each other, Julia lowered her gaze, her voice quiet but firm. “No, Sheldon,” she said softly. “You don’t owe me anything. I owe you and Mum and Dad an apology. I shouldn’t have gone back to the Reynolds. I should’ve known better.” Sheldon looked at her, his eyes full of sadness and guilt. “Julia…” But she didn’t let him continue. She shook her head and smiled faintly. “I left the people who truly loved me, thinking blood meant loyalty. But I was wrong.” ********************* Sixteen years ago, when she was just three, Julia wasn’t a Reynolds at all. She was just a quiet girl from the orphanage, thin and shy, but with eyes that carried warmth.