Ginny Fields Novels & Stories

“Wait…but…” “Zayle wanted to give you an option to get out. To see if you would just run. I don’t know if he would have actually let you go but I think in his mind he would have. If you weren’t there that morning it would have destroyed him but I think after seeing you, he may have let you go. We watched from the background to see your next steps. You gave it all to a woman. Even without knowing or believing that Zayle was coming back for you.” My chest rose and fell. “Ginny. She has a kiddo but they need formula and stuff…”

Ginny received reports of how her mum went around spreading rumors and trying to discredit her and Raymond's intentions as power hungry and not protectors of this estate. The more they worked at it, the wearier Ginny found herself becoming. For every point that she felt they had gained, Lucy would come up with a sharper countermove. The fight was relentless, and beginning to wear everybody down. One evening, after yet another exhausting day of meetings, Ginny sat alone in the garden, trying to still her racing mind. The estate grounds were quiet; the moon cast its soft glow over flowers and trees alike. She found herself considering how far they'd come, and what was still hanging in the bala

Ohh what timing! “It’s a young female,” Luke immediately whispers, flicking his head toward the sound. Goddess I need this wolf of mine to hurry up so I can be sneaky! How cool is that? I open the door to see Ginny, wearing a cheerleader outfit in our school’s colors. She’s homeschooled and probably won’t even go to our high school but she looks awfully cute. She fluffs a pom pom in my face.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

For her, it was just a show to help Sevin. After thinking for a while, she nodded. "Well, it doesn't matter. The 20th of next month will be all right. There are still about two months left. It's not too hasty. But I know nothing about it, so I'll have to trouble you!" "Ginny..." Sevin was surprised at her quick agreement. Sevin's parents looked at each other and nodded with satisfaction. Ginny was more reliable than their son. She was competent, well-educated, and reasonable. Among the rich and famous ladies in the capital, only a few could be compared with her.

His eyes drifted to the side of the room where Jax stood protectively in front of a woman nursing a glass of cider. It was Ginny. She wasn't pale, she wasn't dying, and she certainly wasn't a "failed experiment." She looked radiant, her skin glowing with health and her eyes reflecting a sharp, predatory spark that hadn't been there before. The Councilors looked absolutely buffaloed, their mouths tightening as they realized their "specimen" hadn't just survived—she had thrived and integrated. But the real shock hit them like a physical blow when they looked toward the infirmary wing’s entrance.

Ginny stood naked in front of the mirror admiring the marks on her body. She wasn’t ashamed of what Digger did to her. Between him and Bernard she proudly wore the evidence of their pleasure. She frowned as she looked at her blonde hair that was tousled from how Digger had pulled her hair. It was during that moment that he had shouted her niece's name as he came down her throat.

"I didn't do it, Ms. Honey." Snowie interjected, "I can hear her thoughts again. "Ginny said, 'If it weren't for that stupid scholarship, I can't be bothered with this old hag. Only she thinks her troll of a husband is handsome. How pathetic.'"

“She’s learning. We all bled on our first baskets.” Ginny held up her own beginning, perfectly neat, and sighed dramatically. “Tawny bled because she insisted she could do it faster than gravity.” “I was right,” Tawny said. “About the speed, not the gravity.” They bickered with such easy affection that something warm slipped under my ribs and settled there. I didn’t know how to hold this kind of morning. It felt like wearing a dress too soft to be mine. “Do you have a story?” Ginny asked me after a few quiet minutes, not looking up from her work. “It helps to put something in the weave. A hope. A promise. Even just a word.”

“Yes, I’ll have someone bring it to you first thing tomorrow morning.” “Okay. Thank you.” I nodded. “Welcome to the team, Ms. Lupa.” He stepped into the mansion. I watched him go. Ginny huffed as soon as the door shut. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Servants entrance is this way." She started walking down a small path through the garden. "I don't know how you got this job. The alpha hates slackers." "Don't say that about my mommy!"Patti snarled at her.