Harleen Frances Quinzel Novels & Stories

“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.”

she asked before pushing me in. “Of course.” Trisha made me sit down on the couch under the window and left me there. “Are you okay, Fran?” asked Ann. “Yes, yes, I’m just surprised,” I got to say before Trisha came back with both tablets and set them on the coffee table. “You guys need to hear this,” she said, browsing the whole article on her phone. “Hold tight. I’m gonna read it all.” “After a decade leading the paranormal scene on TV, Brandon Price announced he’s leaving his award-winner show Haunters.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

She had beautiful, sleek brown hair and big doe eyes the colour of deep green hazel, framed with thick, long lashes. She looked like me. “Blood of my blood,” the man whispered. It was barely audible. “My name is Arthur Chevalier. This was my daughter, Catherine—your mother.”

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"