Josie Quinn Series Novels & Stories

As the darkness swallowed her whole, Sarah managed one last thought: she should have trusted her instincts. =========+========+========+========+========+========+========+======== ONLY IF FOR A NIGHT As Jackie was getting ready for the night, her mind drifted to thoughts of how she’s been buried deep in the trenches of grief after the death of her mom for the past few years. Through university, she drowned herself in textbooks, losing herself in the words until they twisted and blurred into an unreadable mess. Nights bled into one another, spent in clubs and strangers’ beds, chasing something she couldn’t even name, anything to numb the ache of loss. It was a cruel, endless cycle, one that

She chuckled, it was dry and humorless, almost like it hurt. Her brows furrowed. “As I said, it's none of your business," she hissed. Fierce. She wiped her tears and looked away. I clenched and unclenched my feet, breathing in through my nose. Control, Ronan, have some fucking control, she was human, and we hated her kind. Josie was nothing more than the political bride I never wanted. She was a symbol of the alliance. But when I’d seen her standing in that doorway, staring at Sadie and me, something inside my chest had hurt.

“Not to complain, but what’s going on? You just said I smelled bad, now you’re doing this to me in the parking lot?” A dust of red pinched her cheeks. “I thought I’d try something. You always make the first move, and I—I didn’t know what to do, so I read some romance novel before the game. I’m not so sure I’m as ballsy as the girl in this book is though. She was … she was intense. I’m just … I’m just Josie, I’m afraid.”

Chapter 139 ** Josie’s POV ** The guys are acting a little off. I know they're hiding something. I just can't put my finger on what it is. Deacon had been out most of the day, meeting with his trusted contacts across the world whilst Axel and Luke had spent the day following me around. I'd barely had a moment alone which wasn't unusual but they just seemed a little extra clingy today. They're almost acting like they do when I’m in heat. Someone always with me, always ready to comfort me through my mood swings. I hadn't missed the worried glances that had passed between them when they had thought I wasn't looking and they were giving off some nervous energy. Even now, whilst I relax in the ba

Hello my pack members, Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond has now been completed. The second book based around the next generation will start immediately after this book...no need to find it on goodnovel, it will appear here with new chapters. The new book will be based around Josie and will be called Denied by Destiny: Stepping out from the Shadows.

"Because after Meredith's daughter passed away, Josiah cares about Meredith more than anything else in this world. For the sake of protecting Meredith, he would not allow anyone to get close to her. And Maeve was the best example." Quinley walked toward Ysabelle and her gaze sharpened. "Ysabelle, I am not threatening you but you might end up like Maeve for approaching Meredith right away you got released." Ysabelle suddenly got terrified. "What should I do? Quinley, you must help me." "I've been helping you all this while, haven't I? But if Josiah wants to get rid of you, what else can I do?" "He…" Quinley interrupted her abruptly, "He's planning to throw you back into jail and he's already

I get up walking over to my desk, sitting my ass down in the seat to get started on that quizlet the quicker I get this done the more episodes of Greys I can watch and enjoy alongside it’s perfect companion. A tub of Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough Ice cream. Another way to my heart. I hear the faint noises of talking outside my door, when Sutton pulls it back as Addison flies in bee-lining it straight for bed. Where she and Sutton now both lay. “Hey girls, what’s up? Just trying to finish this quizlet.” “Umm, Josie is on another date. Do you seriously not know who she is with?” “No I actually don’t. I hate that she won’t tell us, but she seems pretty adamant about it though. I guess she’ll tel

With delicate fingers, Josie began to undo the buttons on her blouse—one, two—her movements soft, her expression a blend of youthful sweetness and bashfulness. It was not until she shrugged off her shirt, revealing the soft pink of her bra, that Quinn snapped out of it. He lunged for his coat draped over the chair and draped it over her, covering her completely. "Josie Yagle!" he snapped, using her full name in a fury she had never seen from him before. She trembled, maybe from the biting wind or maybe from the fear and uncertainty that gripped her. However, a part of her felt a twisted satisfaction in provoking such a reaction from Quinn.