روايات وقصص ضمن Ginny Fields

“No. I’m not putting up with this. You can’t make me do something I’m firmly against. I’ll speak to Willow. She’ll put an end to this madness.” Vincent grabs her without warning. He moves so fast. Moves even faster with the wolfsbane shackles. They are on her wrists before she can blink. “Chains?” she scoffs in disbelief. “Is this necessary? Why won’t you just believe me?” Nobody answers. I see the exact moment Ginny dives past her mental walls because she drops back down on her seat. “Go easy,” I remind her. “Yeah, I know.” Ginny brows furrow in utter concentration. “She’s fighting me. Keeps trying to put up her walls. At this rate, she’s going to hurt herself.

Because from the start, Ginny was the only person out of all of them who could be the calmest in almost any situation. And seeing the spirits of high-level demon race spirits wasn't Ginny's first time. "My name is Ginnerva Oakenfield. You can call me Ginny. Can I call you Eve?" Eve straightened up again, and now her eyes were sparkling. Her face had also brightened. "Of course! You can call me Eve!" Ginny smiled sweetly at Eve and stroked the top of her head gently. "Since you're here, you can think of me as your sister."

She felt the power that surged through her veins. The zombie apocalypse prepared her for this moment, in a way. Killing things that resembled people no longer bothered her as much as it would have when she was a child. She shook at the realization but kept going. Now was not the time to get in your feelings. Once she had cleared out the werewolves inside the castle, she stepped out the front door. There were so many. They covered every inch of the once graceful field. Bloodstained every stone and every piece of grass. She had had enough. She was getting ready to kill them all when she heard Hunter shout from inside.

She was certain the person she invited wasn't Sharon, but Ginny, an upperclassman from Bell University. Ginny was a renowned pianist and one of the stars of Bell University's Hall of Fame. A native of Zachemaine, she was known for both her talent and her grace. Since they were alumni from the same school, it had been easy to strike up a connection. Of course, under normal circumstances, without Carter's help, she wouldn't have stood a chance of inviting a pianist of Ginny's stature, alumni or not. Ginny stepped into the room behind Sharon, her smile gentle and polite. "Hello, I'm Ginny Blakely. This is my good friend, Sharon. If you don't mind me asking, do you know each other?"

Five years ago, I saved Gina Fields through a bone marrow transplant. After the successful procedure, Levi Robbins asked me to stay, promising to repay my kindness. After five years by his side, we were finally getting married. Yet, on what was supposed to be our wedding day, Gina dramatically passed out right in the middle of the ceremony. When I begged Levi not to leave, he pried my fingers away and snapped, "Caitlyn, this is a matter of life and death. How can you be so heartless?"

"Or wait… are you here to drag me back to the pack with you?" "Awwwn," Ginny said, finally regaining her strength. "I'm glad you got smart over the years. Now come with me, bitch." She grabbed Athena's hair. She was just about to drag when the doors flew open, and Zephyr walked right in. Ginny took a step back. Of course, she was intimidated by the man. It was the first time that she had seen him face to face. "What did I tell you?" he asked. I opened my mouth to answer him, but the words were stuck in my throat.

Despite having a few differences, Matt couldn't help but see Ginny in Aria. His feet brought him deep in the woods, near the gushing river, and in the middle of a quiet cemetery. He stopped in front of a tombstone he had not visited for a long time. Moss had grown all over it, and Matt swept the dried leaves and wild grass growing around it using his hands. Then he caressed the name on the tombstone that read: Ginny Jones November 21, 1996 - November 21, 2012 A daughter | A friend

“Left after embarrassing us. I let her attend school to help you and this is how she repays me? Acting like a little whore at school. She dared to leave after bleeding all over my floors like some animal.” David swallowed but nodded eagerly. “I told you she was changing.” Ginny’s lips thinned into something sharp and cruel. “She thinks she can survive out there?” Ginny said softly, the most dangerous tone of all. “After everything I did for her?” Her gaze dropped to the blood again. Slowly, her anger twisted into something cold and deliberate. “She didn’t run,” David decided. “She was taken.” Mary blinked. “Taken?” “Yes,” Ginny snapped. “By that boy you mentioned. The rich one. The one she w

one of the cried out. Noah reverted back to human form. “Ginny, you can lift the shield.” Ginny uncrossed her fingers and opened her eyes and slowly she lowered herself to the ground. She immediately ran to Noah’s side. He was bleeding from the side of his head and the injury was healing very slowly. “I – I can help with that.”

*Grayson* Ginny was acting weird. At first I thought she'd only been popping up wherever I was because she needed to talk to me. After she'd missed the chance when I was alone, it became glaringly obvious she didn't want to talk. She just kept shooting curious glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking. I met her eyes and arched my eyebrow, silently asking what the matter was. Her only response was a pointed squint followed by a tiny scowl.