Las Quintillizas Novels & Stories

"Do you have any objections to this arrangement, Illya?" Quintin inquired. Illya harbored objections to this arrangement, a sentiment he kept to himself. Hearing that Quintin also wanted to see him earlier filled him with joy. Though he couldn't discern the reason, it was evident that he had captured Quintin's attention. Why else would Quintin remember his name? As the lord of a city burdened with myriad daily affairs, Quintin had no reason to remember the name of someone inconsequential to him.

Among them was Davina Quinton, a young woman whose unassuming uniform and quiet demeanor belied a mind sharper than any executive’s, and a lineage more powerful than any dynasty in Wisteria. For three years, Davina had meticulously cultivated this ordinary existence. Her life was a carefully constructed facade, a deliberate escape from the gilded cage of her past. She was the secret heir to the Quinton Consortium, a name that commanded respect and fear in Townsville, a city far removed from Wisteria’s glittering facade.

It all happened during an annual gathering designed to enhance the likelihood of wolves finding their mates. This gathering has five distinct packs, one of which is mine. The pack I belong to is known as The Full Moon Pack. Additionally, there are the Silver Moon Pack, the Moon Shifters, the Luna Light Pack, and the Night Runners. Each pack brings its unique qualities and characteristics to the overall dynamics of the party.

And now, I’m leaving this party with the Standon quadruplets. Am I dreaming? Time to shake some tables...

Besides, Rove did not gain popularity through good luck. Kaze was to be credited for the business’ success. Rove’s listing was the only major news circulating in Lilyrose. The Quints were about to be welcomed back to the Ridgesouth Quints’ arms. The news stirred a huge commotion. The Quints? The Quints were once an upper-middle-class family on the brink of falling into the middle class by their own doing. They were the same family who were forced to give up on their last name. In an unbelievable twist, they turned out to be a branch of the Ridgesouth Quints.

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔✨✨ _Ujuritaellianna •••

Soon, the bamboo fence around the courtyard was violently pushed down and at least a hundred people closed in from all directions, bearing murderous auras. These people were definitely extraordinary individuals, each one of them an elite fighter of the Quintus family. Leading them were the Quintus family’s Twelve Zodiacs. Serpent, Jackrabbit, Bull, Kong, Hound, Rattus, and Fowl… the remaining seven of the Twelve Zodiacs had arrived as well. This was the Quintus family’s strength that Jakoda Quintus had the authority to mobilize as the lord of his household. It was also his family’s greatest strength, and this force was their symbol.

Currently, she's having dinner with Greg in the slightly illuminated room. “Say Kai, I heard the Alpha quintuplets are coming back from Australia” Greg bubbled radiantly at Kiera. She furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively. “Quintuplets? Is that even possible? How can five individuals rule the Crimson Moon Pack? Won't there be disagreements between them?” she couldn't help but ask, finding the entire thing disbelieving. “I know right, but apparently Alpha Axel sent them away for a cause; they've been away from home for the past 5 years to strengthen their bond. They're arriving tonight. And they say…one's cursed”.

** JULY. I have learned many things about the Quintanilla's since I began working closely with them about three weeks ago. One: they love to live a lavish lifestyle, which means lavish dinners, expensive trips, parties and the materialistic possessions to show for it—sports cars, mansions, private jets, yachts and of course the gifts. Lots and lots of gifts. It started off with simple gift cards to Bath and Body Works or Target or Nordstrom—something I could accept. But then they became bold and moved on to sending me $2,000 Saint Laurent handbags, $700 Christian Louboutin heels, and the icing on the cake: an exclusive invite to Barcelona to spend a week with them at their multi-million-doll

My heart pounded in my chest as I listened closely. “The boys need to find their mate soon. It’s crucial for the pack’s future.” The voice was deep, authoritative, it was Alpha Joan. I frowned, leaning closer, what were they talking about? “They’ll be eighteen tomorrow.” Another voice chimed in, one of the elders, “If they don’t find their mate by the full moon, we could lose everything. The Moon Goddess has warned us before.” The words sent a chill down my spine. They were talking about the quadruplets… Your tormentors, my brain supplied.