Harleen Frances Quinzel Novels & Stories

It's barely twenty four hours and she's like this. "Here's the last question for you miss" Annabella sniffs,trying to listen but before the investigator could talk,the door bursted open and a sergeant came in "The final result of the autopsy is out sir" He said "So...." "The last food she ate was the one poisoned and that was her dinner" The sergeant said and Annabella looked up immediately The cops entered almost instantly and Annabella stood up "You're under arrest Miss Annabella for the murder of little Miss Casey Campebells,you're advised to stay quiet or whatever you say might be used against you in the law court" The cop said as he handcuffed her

She asks her, annoying me the more. I remove my pocket knife and hold her neck. “Arthur! What the fuck?” Oliver tries to approach me to stop me. “Don’t. Stay back.” I yelled at him. Pointing the knife at him. Justin is shifting, trying to get out of my grip but I hold her tight enough to make that impossible. I didn’t care if I was hurting her. She’s hurting my pack and doesn’t care about them. I followed Mom’s instructions just as she described them to me, to know where to see the chip, before I left the clinic. I slice her skin, below her ears then remove a microchip that is hiding underneath her skin. So it’s true.

Status: Removed. Her heart sank. Removed. Not deceased. Removed. As though he had simply been erased from the organization he once served. Aurora suddenly leaned closer. "Wait." She pointed farther down the page. "There's Mother's name." Everyone looked. Isabella Quinn Title: Keeper of Harmony. Status: Renounced. Helena smiled sadly. "She didn't leave because she was forced." "She chose to." Lucien continued turning the pages. Adrian Vale. Richard Ashcroft. Gabriel Thorne.

I turned and gave the order: "Treat the wounded. Clean up the hall. Send Julian Thorne's body back to the South for burial." Three months later. A grand ceremony took place at the Northern headquarters. I wore a sharp, dark blue suit, accepting congratulations from all pack leaders with calm authority. "Congratulations to Ms. Harper Quinn! The new President of the Werewolf Healer Alliance!" The crowd roared. Every Alpha stood up to applaud me. Even the new Southern Alpha, who was there to sign a new medical treaty. That night, I stood alone on my balcony, the city lights spreading out before me like a carpet of stars.

"Will you at least give me your word that you won't hurt Harley? If you decide to bring her back to our father anyway, do so with her in one piece, and I will protect her afterwards." "If I decide to go after her, I make no promises. Harley is a cop, and if it comes down to me getting shot or her going down, I won't hesitate to kill her." I disconnected the line and tossed my phone back onto the desk. I refocused on Harley's bio from Ian, searching for her mother. Having found her, I typed her name into my database and hit enter. What came up was what I expected. Sabrina Feilds had indeed been the generation to produce a guardian. I wonder which element Harley has control over? Ian was calcu

She was dressed in luxurious items from top to bottom, but her face seemed a little lackluster. “Aunt,” Dayton greeted her. His expression suddenly became much more solemn than before. It was obvious that he had a lot of respect for this aunt of his. Hayley Night glanced at him, and her intense gaze then shifted to Sharon. She frowned and asked, “Who is this?” “She’s a perfumer. I got her here to make some fragrances for Quincy, just to calm her down,” replied Dayton. “A perfumer?” Hayley looked at Sharon from head to toe as she responded disdainfully, “Can her fragrances actually calm Quincy down? You must have been tricked. Don’t tell me that you believe in things like these?”

Valenar woke with a start, still holding Raeann as she slept, with their newly formed union sapping her energy. There was a change in the air, and he knew that something major had happened. As he tried to wake his tired brain up, there was a shimmer disturbing the air, and Quinley appeared in their bedroom. Her hair was so white it glowed, and as she looked at him with those haunting purple eyes, Valenar knew what that meant.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

“But that’s not the point.” Three days later, Irene called again. “I found something,” she said. “But you’re not going to like it.” Anais had been in the middle of reviewing charity budget drafts. She pushed them aside. “Go on.” “The man blackmailing Cassian? His name’s Harlan Quinn.” Anais didn’t recognize it. Irene continued. “He used to work for the government. Quiet division. Information cleanup. His job was to make problems vanish.” “Is he dangerous?” “Yes. But that’s not what matters.”