Dr Quinn Medicine Woman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Quinn has her eyes on Draven, but the gaze is a lot different from in the past which used to be a brief side glance filled with fear then exchange of angry and innocently jealous words, but this time… “Tell us what happened to Beta Draven. You couldn't find a doctor to bribe to lie to us?” “N-no, that's not the case. He wasn't in his office because of an emergency, but I want you guys to believe that the alpha will be cured,” Draven says and I notice Quinn's expression turn even more sour that I have to shake her for her to loosen it up. “What's going on?” She whispers so that I can read her lips and although I'm a little distracted by how pouty and full her lower lips look, I grab it. I tak

“If you kiss so badly, I don’t think you can meet my demands of my pleasure.” With the way her heart was thudding against her breast, it was almost impossible for Quinn to understand what he was saying—but she did, through the fog of her clouded brain. He must think she was some kind of whore—at least it was a relief that the Alpha didn’t know her as the healer he was looking for, and that would give her time to plan her escape before the Alpha finds out. The Alpha traced a finger around her delicate jawline. Hooking it under her chin, he turned her face up to his, so that there was no more hiding from his arresting gaze.

Shock. Disbelief. Pain. One of the younger girls lets out a small sound, barely louder than breath. The Queen’s hand lifts instinctively, gripping Kiana’s arm as if contact alone might hold her in place. Kiana herself does not speak. Not yet. Her lips part slightly, but no words form. Her eyes move from her mother to her sisters, searching for explanation. Searching for denial. Searching for someone to say this is not real. No one does. I do not wait for their reaction to settle.

Cedrick's eyes were sharp as though he was staring at an enemy. "How would I know?" "Didn't you send the man to my bed? Why wouldn't you know?!" Quinn was about to go crazy, and her rationale began to collapse. She had been joyful, thinking that this was her most beautiful day, until the farce happened. When she saw the arrival of Draco, she wanted to convince her grandmother to let her marry the Mason family…

And who’s to say Quinn would even go for me? She’s the most interesting person I know, and while being able to introduce myself as a doctor definitely helps me score, the effect is lost on Quinn. She’s not impressed by titles or jobs that make lots of money. Though most of the women who fawn over doctors don’t realize how little a resident doctor makes. Quinn is different. She’s smart and self-sufficient. She sold a fucking app to Apple before she was twenty-five and works for one of the most up-and-coming software companies in the nation.

“You dream about me?” “Pretty much every night.” She lets out a breath and bucks her hips. “And the whole Grey’s Anatomy sex fantasy is something I want. Don’t laugh.” “I definitely won’t laugh. And feel free to call me Dr. McDreamy.” I don’t laugh, but Quinn does, and I raise my eyebrows, trying to be serious. How is it possible to be so turned on, to have my cock begging to be balls deep inside of her at the same time as we’re joking and laughing?

I shook my head, smiling a little bit. It's good to witness a solemn conversation with them. It gives me peace of mind. I'm sure Xavion will be over the moon tomorrow, knowing his parents are now okay with Quinn. I met Quinn twice, and all I could say is that she's a strong woman from a very complicated, notorious family.

The side slit on her dress kept her long legs vaguely visible. Donald was laughing when he saw Drakon. "Welcome back, son," he said, then asked in curiosity as he noticed the woman with him, "And you are…?" Drakon smiled, "Ah, slipped my mind. This is Quinn Ocean, my girlfriend and the daughter of an elder of Sage Lake Sect. We've been helping each other as we rose through the ranks over the years, and we were hoping you'd agree to our engagement." Quinn greeted Donald politely in turn. "Hello, Mr. Salazar. Please accept this."

"Why don't you head over to the Utopia States and focus on your new role there first? Quentin and Xyla aren't going to last. The only reason they've been together for this long is because they've never lived together. "Once Xyla becomes his wife, he'll probably grow to dislike her. After all, she's a conniving and frail woman. I'm sure it won't be long before Quentin can't stand her. And when that happens, I'll find a way to transfer you back." After hearing that, Quinn felt a little better, but her curiosity got the better of her. After parting ways with Mark, she made her way to Dragfort Hospital, as she wanted to see how someone as sickly as Xyla had managed to enchant Quentin.

She tried to rush out of the door, but the caretaker roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair and pinned her to the floor before injecting a powerful sedative into her arm. "Behave yourself! Who are you to bother someone like Dr. Lachman? He's the savior of the entire world! The scum of the earth like you should just stay put and rot in here!" … On a vast, private beach in a foreign country, I switched off my laptop and held Quinn's hand as we strolled along the beach. "Everything's over now, Jamie. Do you regret any of it?" Quinn asked gently as she looked at me. I looked back at the clear and determined footsteps that stretched out on the sand behind us.