Loving Quinn Novel Novels & Stories

I palmed her tits, pinching both nipples between my fingers and thumbs. I didn't have any idea what I'd done to deserve this-to earn the chance to be back inside the girl I'd loved and wanted for so long. I was fairly sure I didn't deserve it. But I was here again, and damned if I wasn't going to hold on tight. "Oh." Quinn breathed out and moved her hips in a circle. She'd found what she'd been looking for, the perfect position and motion. Her eyes fell closed again, her lips pressed together, and her forehead wrinkled a little as she concentrated on the pleasure.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. "It's not... it's not about Aiden," she whispered, her eyes darting to the door. "It's never been about Aiden." I waited. "Luna Quinn... she's from the Silver Creek pack. It was a political alliance, her mating to Aiden. A way to secure the southern border." "Go on." "She... she hated it. She hated Aiden. She... everyone knows, miss. Everyone's just too scared to say it. She's not in love with her husband."

“You don’t get to invent stories just because— because you want me!” “I heard him,” Quinton said, voice gone deadly calm. “Every word. He was talking to his lover and your best friend. Guy named Ernie.” Hudson sucked in a breath, chest tightening. “You are lying. I don’t understand—” “I understand exactly,” Quinton cut in, his grip tightening just enough to make Hudson whimper softly. “You’re loyal. You’re kind. You give everything to people who don’t deserve you.” “That’s not—” Hudson broke off as Quinton’s thumb brushed the pulse point over the doctor’s clothed member, slow and intimate, feeling the frantic beat there. The touch sent heat flooding through the Alpha’s trembling saviour, kne

When I looked back, Shane's eyes were red. "This is love to you?" he snapped. "It's been days, and you're already swooning over someone else?" I cleared my throat, steady. "Shane, I'm sorry for how I was back then. I was a kid. Thought our childhood meant something romantic. "But watching you chase Ceryn made it click—I never loved you. It was just nostalgia. So don't say stuff like that again. "And yeah, Quentin and I? We're married. Paperwork and all."

The Quinns might have been one of the richest family in the Capital, but in front of Soren, the business mogul, a genius in the world where others had to trend carefully, the Quinns were smart enough to understand their place. With just a wave of his hand, he could make their name and businesses to competely dissappear from the Capital, after all. " You must have heard about Tavian's and Seris's engagement, right?" As if it had just occurred to her, Mrs. Quinn spoke, wearing a wide smile, and at her words, I almost relaxed.. That was right. There was no way Soren Knight would have come looking for that nameless girl that he had a one-nightstand with a month ago.

He says, and I smile, glad that he is playing along with it. Quinn’s defiance wavers, her bottom lip trembling at the thought. She might be sassy, but the idea of being away from her brother, the one person she loves tormenting but can’t live without, is clearly unsettling for her. I’ve grown so attached to these two little troublemakers. What started as just helping Abel out turned into me practically living with them during my break from work. I never expected to find myself so invested in children who aren’t even mine, but Quinn and Finn have a way of burrowing into your heart with their contrasting personalities and pure innocence. I thought the closest I would get to loving a child wou

I should’ve remembered every rule I’d laid down for myself, every line I swore I’d never cross. But I couldn’t. Not when she was in danger. Not when someone was watching her. Locking her in this house was supposed to be enough. But I underestimated her. Brielle Quinn isn’t ordinary. She’s brilliant. Restless. Too sharp for her own good. She pokes at things better left buried, curious in a way that can get her killed. And I can feel it, she’s been digging again. Last night, my firewall flagged a spike. A trace riding on her searches. Whoever breached her work wasn’t random. Someone knows what she’s building. And they’re hunting.

"Yeah! Maybe I'm crazy! Maybe I'm not! Everyday, you're the one invading my thoughts and then what do you do. You flock around Navaeh like she's some god!" "Well, news flash... Amelia. That's what you do when you love someone! Alright? That is exactly what you do! You flock around them like a fucking bird waiting and wishing for them to love you back. Feel the same thing you feel about them! Not fucking hide in the shadows and talk about some petty fucking shit about 6 years ago that the other person doesn't even remember! You don't go around ruining the lives of every girl that your so called Crush likes all because you fucking like him! Jesus! Why is that so hard to do?!" Quinnel yelled an

My cheeks a hot color of red I’m sure. “You’re not an axe murderer, right?” River says quietly. “No!” I say shaking my head. “See, that’s exactly what an axe murderer would say.” She says back with a twinkle of mischief in her beautiful green eyes. ‘I think I’m in love’ I thought to myself. “Fine.” I said. She looks at me confused. I smile. “How about we walk across the street. There is a beautiful fountain over there. We can just sit and chat. And if you get bored you can leave.” I say. Really, really hoping she says yes.