Quincy Barbers Novels & Stories

“Thanks, mate! My wolf likes to think my brain has got a natural knack for tracking tongues.” Our two male frames chat back and forth, the heavy wheels of my chair rolling smoothly down the stone corridor until we reach Quincy’s private consultation den. Quincy first checks the severe silver wound tearing across my leg bones, then carefully disinfects the raw surgical site with a burning liquid, before applying a thick, dark salve his own hands had developed inside the pack labs.

“The more it expands, the better. I want it to become the most popular bar out there.” “If that’s the case… you need to be patient. You can’t achieve this in one step. If you need anything, I can help you out.” “Really? You’re willing to help me? Shall I become your apprentice?” Renee asked. She then proceeded to kneel in front of her to address Quincy as her master. Quincy immediately stopped her. “It’s fine. Both of us can get along well. We can be sisters.” Renee held her arm passionately. “I’ll call you Sis Quincy from today onward. I won’t change the way I address you anymore.”

Quincy shakes her head in disbelief while Antonio, despite arriving like he wanted to blow up the place, gives her a small smile. “You’re really not what I expected, Gillies." She snorts. “Welcome to the club. Why don’t you guys change and join the hot tub? My best Friend’s coming in a bit with the karaoke machine.” “I hope the bar has something strong,” Antonio mutters as he peels off the black button-down to reveal a well-endowed, lean figure. “I’m gonna need it tonight.” “We’ve talked about this, Tony. You’re not drinking,” comes Quincy’s sharp tone.

, she starts leaving the bar talking to herself “what's my business with who owns the car, you saw someone in a vehicle and still asks who owns it, crazy talks always” Nathan runs after her as she talks on faster calling at her “okay, I'm sorry Quincy, I just felt that can be another channel for us to raise some money, you know how this thing roll” “Don’t even think of it, they are my family friend, so back off!”, she sounds firm and emphatic “Alright, let it slide... Won't you give me some sugar?” He asked looking at her seductively “Naughty boy! No sugar for you today.. You have stressed the hell out of me already”, Quincy replied in a short tone

Maisie had told her that she would find someone to help her, and she frowned when she saw it was Quincy who had come. Quincy walked into the decoration shop and looked at the decorations she had picked. “This is it?” “All these are for birthday parties. Do you have any problem with them?”

I wince when she finds the spot where I no doubt have a giant bald spot. "It's bleeding a little, but it'll stop. It's more like blood speckles from where she pulled out your hair." "Is it bad?" I whisper through the cloth. "Not too bad. There's definitely a chunk missing, but your hair is long and thick enough, no one will even know it's there. Just don't wear your hair in twin braids or anything for a while." We hear a quick knock on the door and the trainer rushes in, handing Quincy the jersey. "All we have is a men's medium."

He’s laughing with someone. "Oh, you're living with someone," the barber said who didn't look like a barber because his clothes were all luxuries. He is also handsome like Rod. "Thanks Noah," Rod said and glared at me. I looked down. "Alright bro, I'll go ahead," the barber left. When Rod and I were the only ones left, I knew he would yell at me again. I did not act, or speak. "Come here," he ordered "Is the food cooked?" he asked me. He won't scold me?

"Hey! Dylan!" "Sir!" The barber and I shouted at the same time to wake him up. He seemed to be brought back to reality and quickly look the barbera to give a thumbs up and give a big tip to the staff of that shop. He seemed to really like my haircut, even though I did too.

my sister explained. We parked in front of the local barber shop. Darcy fed the meter and took me inside. There was already a line of at least ten dudes. My sister was the only woman in the place. We found two open chairs and waited. I found a Maxim magazine and learned all about how Jessica Alba likes to please her man. Finally, one of the barbers called out that it was my turn. He was an older gentleman, wearing a plain white dress shirt with his name stitched into the breast, and black slacks. He smelled heavily of pomade.

“Don’t worry, he’s not going to kill you. He’ll only teach you what happens to snitches.” With that, Ray turns to me. “I’m heading home, Quincy just texted.” “Alright, go on. I’ll keep an eye out on things here.” He pats my shoulder and leaves. Kendall gulps when I turn on him. “Earlier today, someone asked if this club would be the barbecue meat.” I laugh at the memory. “She was being sarcastic, of course. But do you know what I told her?” He shakes his head rapidly.