Ed Quinn True Blood Novels & Stories

I said gritting in anger. Although his face is bleeding, I couldn’t get enough of it. It’s not enough for what she did to Quinn. The security pulls the man out of the room and my attention is caught when I notice Quinn moaning. She’s holding her stomach and… she’s crying… I have never seen her cry and… it hurts seeing her like this. “Quinn! Are you okay?!” I worriedly helped her get up but she was screeching in pain so I have to stop.

"Yep. I didn't know Kill would talk about me to anyone. What's your name?" He offered his hand and I reached for it. "Soleil. And he didn't. The girl mentioned your name. I just connected the dots." I let his hand go. Shade groaned. "That brat's gonna be the death of me." He murmured. An intense aura came out of nowhere. It was too deadly that my spine straightened from its presence. I quickly turned my head. My eyes met a dark gaze straight right at me. It was Quillon. He looked like he wanted to kill someone. His eyes were hard, his jaw clenched tight and his lips flat in a straight line.

Those were the exact words she had uttered when she killed me in my past life. Returning the favor now felt like closure. Rejected, Quinn left to beg other colleagues for money. Unsurprisingly, she was driven away because her haughty attitude on the day she resigned had angered many. Her current state was worse than that of a homeless person. Reeked of filth, and combined with her distorted face and body, everyone avoided her. Three days later, while I was going through contracts, I received news of her death. “Haven’t you guys heard? “Quinn is dead! Beaten to death by Hansen!”

“Your body is still weak, Alpha. You should be doing a lot of resting.” He blinked, his eyes unfocusing for a moment before focusing right on Finn. “Quinn is still passed out. We can't do anything without your presence, you need to get everything first hand.” Handing over a vial with transparent content to Damon, Finn sank into the side of the bed. “Drink up but have it in the back of your mind that she might not be your mate after all.” A growl started at the back of his throat but Finn interjected, “I made some tough interrogations.”

After God knew how many drinks, my hand rested against Gerard's chest as I pouted sweetly. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled a bank card from his suit jacket. "This is the first hush payment. From now on, I'm counting on you to… polish our factory's data." I took the card without hesitation and tucked it into my dress. "Don't worry, Mr. Wilcox. You know I always deliver." Raucous laughter erupted from the room. "Ms. Quinn is so straightforward!" "Ha! That bookworm Brody Pierce has no idea what women want!"

He glanced at me once—cold, detached—before his lips curled. “I won’t mark Quinn. I’d rather die.” “If you force me, I’ll sire a dozen pups outside this pack—and let her raise them all.” The elder by the fireplace—Gregory, Caleb’s grandfather and the former Alpha—froze. His hand trembled as he lifted a third cane high. “What is wrong with Quinn?” His voice shook the chamber. “She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?”

They replied, with a laugh, “The saddest part was the initial impact didn’t directly kill her, as the file suggested. She was on the ground, thinking about her choices for a good five minutes before the blood loss and pain drove her to death. Nearly made me shed a tear from how tragic it was…” “You...you are sick…” Liam shot back, shocked at the depravity of this monster. “Well, I’m glad you realized that now,” They reported, before parts of the wall opened up, “Because it makes what is about to happen a lot easier to understand.”

Quinn could see it in his expression. He had to play this very cool.. otherwise Evan would for sure shoot him. If he could aim straight, which at the moment .. he wasn’t. “Don’t come any closer!! Stay back!!” Evan shouted. Quinn held his hands up but still he inched forward. “Is she …. Is she alive?” Quinn barely got out. Evan frowned. He looked at Quinn, then down to Em .. and back up again. “Yes.” He answered. Quinn exhaled.

"I didn't expect him to do so much for you. You must be moved to bits now." He'd heard from Steven everything she'd done for Nicholas in the past. "Why would I be moved? No matter how much he does, it won't change the fact that he betrayed me," Quinn said matter-of-factly. She knew she had to face Nicholas sooner or later, though. He could come if he wanted to. She went to get Gabriel a glass of water. When she returned, she saw him sitting on the couch with a silly smile on his face. She had no idea why he was so happy. "What are you so pleased about?"

We were all pissed off that day. Quinn is a sweet Omega who works in the kitchen at the packhouse. I saw her crying one day, turned out her human mum was pretty sick, and she was naturally upset. I tried to comfort her and gave her a hug to make her feel better. Just so happened at that moment Davina showed up and felt the need to lay some stupid claim on me. She yanked Quinn out of my arms and decked her. Broke her fucking nose.