Quentin Lenig Novels & Stories

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

She followed Margen up the steps without another word. Not once did she look back. “Well, she has a personality on her, doesn't she?” My beta, Alessandro asked, teasingly. I turned to face him and he raised an eyebrow. “Because not once have I seen you dismissed so hard as I just saw right now, Alpha…”

Just what happened between the two? “I know more than you think little girl! you are the first woman to be by Lenox side, so how can you just be a plaything? I guess that you are his mate, right? When I wanted to speak up, my body slump on the chair and sweat trickled down my forehead to my neck. I felt that I could not even breath well and the suffocation was killing me. … Lucien POV… It has been hectic since I came back to from city Y. I thought that with the mayor’s statement, those people will definitely give up, but I did not expect that they will cook up yet some another lie.

That power to make a squeaky voice sound authoritative belonged to just one person, the human leader, the grand commander, General Hannibal Gisco. The stout, bulky, grey headed general paraded the space, separating the twelve thrones made for the elder gods and himself from the rows of wooden benches made for the subjects, carrying an icy chill with each stamp of his foot against concrete floors. The hall fell to a hush, irking Lucian even more. He hated the power they had given the General but in Hannibal's case, he could understand why. The other Lortals was a different case. Hannibal Gisco was the man the word 'ruthless' had been crafted for. He never spoke too often or minced words durin