Ginny Fields Novels & Stories

The bodies inside were so decomposed they were almost unrecognizable, but I could tell none of them were female. Ginny was one of Miko’s girls. A prostitute. From what I understood, she had lost her wolf many years ago after she killed her mate and his mistress. It sent her crazy and she turned to a life of substance abuse and selling her body. The female was only in her mid-thirties, but she looked more like an old haggard woman now. “Ginny, what are you doing here?” I straighten myself and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her.

"I promise, we will keep it discreet. No more forcing, no more drama. He took a step back, his eyes lingering on her a moment before he turned toward the door. "As much as I want to bend you over right here and now, I'll keep my promise." Ginny felt like she had been punched in the gut as she watched him leave. She could not believe she just agreed to his demand. She groaned smacking herself hard on the head. "Dammit!" ____ Within minutes, Ginny was walking down the stairs in a pair of short denim shorts and a crop top. Her flip-flops were slapping gently against the floor as she was heading to the kitchen.

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.'"

Even at that, Joshua already had a mate and that was me. As I struggled to come to terms with the bizarre nature of the situation, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Ginny's eyes shone with an eerie determination that was driven by an obsession that verged on insanity. I did not attempt to argue with Ginny since I was aware that her attempts would be fruitless. However, what I did not anticipate was that Ginny would abruptly attack me, so I was caught off guard when it happened. The woman let lose all of her abilities as she attempted to take control of the situation and subjugate me.

“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.”