Curvy Quinn Facial Abuse Novels & Stories

"You both are being ignorant. I provided you with an opportunity. Don't say otherwise." He took his phone out of his pocket as he said this. Then, he played a video on his phone for Gabriella and Colene. Gabriella and Colene both looked shocked. Gabriella glared at Jason angrily. She gritted her teeth. "You're awful!" In the video, Quinn was tied to a post, looking disheveled with a rag stuffed in her mouth. Her hair was a mess, and fear was evident on her face. She trembled uncontrollably.

Eric accidentally opened it. He saw Quinn’s distorted face as she accused Nicole and Eric in front of that scarred-face man. Everything she said was harsh. Afterward, that man started to touch Quinn. “That’s easy. Just give birth to another one.” When the man said that, Quinn’s expression turned calm. It seemed like a good idea to give birth to another one. Hah... Eric pulled out the card abruptly, picked up the ashtray on the table, and smashed the ashtray down on the memory card.

She could only eat her food feeling her stomach churning At this time, Quin retired from theatre class. The sound of her 690€ heels piercing in everyone's ears. Her face squeezed red when she noticed everyone eating a colorful creamy-looking brownie. She spotted her underdog Sabrina having it too and she was incapable of repressing her bitterness. As such, she crossed over and jerked the brownie away. " I wasn't done with that.." Sabrina whined, staring at Quin with glassy eyes. Her lips were stained with juicy chocolate which was about to drop onto her white corset.

“This isn’t a fantasy world where bad people get what they deserve.” Her shoulders trembled, and for a second, fury burned in her eyes. “The bad people always get away with it, Aria,” she replied, and her voice cracked. And then the fury broke—dissolving into something more raw. Tears gathered in her eyes, and she turned her head away, as if ashamed to let me see her cry. My chest ached. “Quin…” But she just shook her head, blinking rapidly, lips trembling. “You have no idea what I went through in those five months,” Quin rasped, voice hollow and trembling. “What they did to me… I’ll never recover from it.”

And she looked at me like I was dirt under her shoe. Luna Millers stood behind her husband’s large desk, with her arms crossed, and face tight with anger. Her eyes never left mine. Elder Harlan sat in the corner chair, silent for now, watching everything. Thorn stood near the window, with his head down, and his hands in his pockets. Ryan, his best friend, leaned against the wall beside him. “Why?” Luna Millers asked, with a low but sharp voice. “Why would you allow this abomination to happen under my roof?”

My throat tightened with something hot and ugly. "She's not mom," I said quietly, but the words struck like glass. "You can dress her in your shirts. You can feed her your lies. But she'll never be mom. She's just another woman in your bed." Jackson's face darkened Before I could react- CRACK. His hand met my face in a single, brutal slap. My head snapped to the side. The slap hit my cheek hard. The sting was nothing compared to the weight behind it. My eyes blurred for a second, and everything inside me went still.

Quinn and Quincy nodded. "See! They've agreed to it what else are you trying to find out. It is obvious that you are training future murderers and assaulters!" She yelled at them as Layla instantly dropped Quinn while was sitting on her laps and stood up to face the woman that don't know how to control her mouth. "Seems like your mouth needs stitches, I have needle and trade. Should I help you or will you control it by yourself. Huh!" She dragged her collar and asked in anger.

She toppled over and fell on her knees in front of him. The Alpha bent down in front of her and dug his hand into her hair “so silky, so soft—what’s the trick . . .” he let his voice trail off, and Quinn winced when he tugged harder at the strands, hurting her. She had heard of males who liked to hurt females in the art of pleasure, and her heart skipped several beats at the thought that this Alpha was one of them. Her eyes sought his grey once, a plea in her innocent ones, but the plea died when she saw the look in his.

Then, pointing at me, she shouted to the police, "Officers, Megan had her reasons for doing this! "Donovan is nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's severely abusive. In fact, he nearly had Megan beaten to death." As she spoke, she pushed up Megan's sleeve, revealing a densely clustered pattern of scars and bruises on her arm. The crowd erupted once again. Mr. Monroe's brows were tightly knit. With a grave expression, he looked at me, then at Megan. This was something I hadn't experienced in my previous life. For a moment, my mind went blank.

He was driven by pain, a pain I knew all too well. But there was no time to dwell on empathy. My muscles coiled, and I countered with a strike meant to disarm, not to maim. My fist connected with the thick fur of his shoulder, a blow backed by the force of my Luna Queen heritage. The impact resounded through the clearing, a testament to the clash of wills made manifest.