Darcy Quinn Novels & Stories

Ari asked, with intrest. Hans stayed silent and that made us look at him, with suspicion. "Hans?" "1692 we will have the first female of both the Djinn and Wendigo race. She will be the only Djinn left." He whispered. "She'll become Queen because of the Fae and of Wendigos, because the Elders and the Djinn will be dead. We don't know who it is though. Just that she'll be the mate of John R. E. Brickenden."

I'm sorry there will be lots of groveling and kissing my ass before I forgive him,” She says, walking away. I knock on the door and when Dwayne says come in I did. I leaned against the doorframe waiting for him to turn around. I never got so lucky like Archer and got the lycan gene; it only happens to males, not females. So I heal just like everybody else does. “I never thought you'd come back after you left with him,” “I'll always come back, this is my home. And you were right about Avery, he doesn't nor will he ever love me,”

Was my sister trying to help me, or was she just playing a joke on me? "Why do you want to help? You never cared to help me, and if I can remember, the last time you helped, you made everything worse. I will work this out myself. I don't want your help." I stood up, and she stood up as well. "Can you stop trying to act nice? Look at me, I am always the unlucky one. You go free and get whatever you want, but look at me, I always lose everything. I loved Dean so much, but he didn't want me. Did I do anything wrong that he had to replace me with that girl called Sierra? She is even married and a mate to the Lycan Alpha. All my life, I have never seen an Alpha get married to someone else who alr

Derry went silent for a while trying to process what Devon had just revealed to him. If Mr Adam Shawn's account is still active, who is using it? He thought. "What do you mean the account is active? Who is using it?" Derry questioned. "His daughter, Lily Shawn," Devon announced.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

"I’ve only ever wanted what's best for Blackwater. If there are missing children, we are doing everything we can to find them. Why are you being so cruel?" Paula’s face contorted with pain. "Everything you can? You’re the one taking them! You think I don't know?" Paula’s voice cracked, and she pointed a shaking finger at the locked bedroom door. "The young girl you threw in that bedroom earlier today... the one who never came out. That was my junior sister, Darcy! She was just a child! And she was everything I had left!" The air in the hallway went cold as Darcy’s facade finally dropped. The "gentle Luna" vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold and vicious expression. She didn't offer any

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

Camila Pyke’s body goes rigid. His eyes suddenly widen and his handsome face turns white. His hand was squeezing my waist stronger that his fingers might leave a mark on my skin. “Well, look at you now, Pykie.” A voluptuous brunette of around mid-thirties walks closer to us. She’s a few inches taller than me, has a sun-kissed skin or she’s probably from southern California. She’s wearing a white dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair is curled in large waves, but what catches my attention is her icy sapphire blue eyes staring at me with an angry glare that could slice me in two.