Quincy Cast Novels & Stories

Her dress and walking gait is a bold combination that doesn't beg for attention but instead, DEMANDS attention. “Quincy!” Both Zuby and Brie call the name at the same time after the lady—who is now revealed to be the Quincy—reaches us. One after the other, they hug and peek Quincy’s cheeks before letting her go. “You guys look so amazing! I'm so happy to see you guys!” Quincy squeals happily, and I don't know why, but her smile is so fucking beautiful and contagious. She looks like she is glowing and happy not just because she is the birthday celebrant, but like this is who she is every normal day of her life.

Then I can tell you both about the others. Quincy nodded and went into the bathroom attached to the room. He pulled off his filthy shirt and washed his hair, face, and arms in the sink. Then he used the paper towels to dry off as much as possible before pulling the clean black T-shirt over his head. He was surprised that it fit him. She had even managed to find him a small travel stick of deodorant. He swiped it on and gave himself one last look in the mirror. "Much better," he said to himself before exiting the bathroom. Carla stood next to the bed, checking on Daryl. "Okay, so tell me about the others. How's the baby? Did anyone check on Leo? What about Ivan? Will he be okay?" Quincy was e

Leo said politely to Lucas. Before Lucas could speak, a thud was heard, and someone was on their knees in front of him. This person was an ugly being with a face full of freckles. "Senior, I'm Quincy. I never thought I would be able to meet you again. I, Quincy Connor will never ever forget the good things you’ve done for me for the rest of my life." Quincy then slammed his head on the floor and paid his respects to Lucas. After getting a hang of the situation, Lucas smiled. It seemed like Quincy was now part of Anchorage Base City’s council.

Lucian looked toward the speaker and exhaled slowly. “Lucas? Why—why are you here?” he asked, and Quincy chuckled. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, gesturing toward a couch with the gun before returning it to the back of his victim’s head. “Sit,” he ordered, and Lucian complied. His eyes stayed on his mother, visibly petrified but doing everything possible to keep her emotions in check—a brave act given the gun to her head. “Quincy,” Lucian said, raising his hands placatingly, “whatever this is, I’m certain we can work our way through it. You know…”

If everything were as Granny Quinn had said, then the Quentin they were looking at was just an imposter who had plastic surgery to look like Quentin. Who was the man before them, then, and where was the real Quentin? "Thank you for helping the Quinn family to get rid of this scrooge, Mr. Lynch." At that point, Granny Quinn looked at Joshua gratefully, her voice quivering in exhilaration. "If you hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have discovered that he's an imposter!" She got more excited as she talked until she had to apply pressure to her chest, breaking into coughing fits.

She wants nothing else than leave this place, she doesn’t wanna come here, she just wanna go home and she doesn’t want him either. “You’ll be fine.” Lucas came into the office with the test results. He sighed as he slumped down on the chair. “She’s pregnant.” He said to Barbra. Then swap his head towards Elina. “Elina Brooke. You’re pregnant. Three weeks have gone.”

Quincy wailed loudly, her voice echoing throughout the building. Worried that she would do something reckless, Camila quickly comforted her, "Stop crying, Quincy. We'll figure a way out together. I believe there's still time. Don't cry." Chelsey shot Quincy a mocking glance and commented, "Your acting skills are impressive despite your mediocre designs. "You should've majored in acting instead of design. Who knows, you might win some award." Chelsey's taunts caused Quincy to tremble uncontrollably with anger. It was as if she were about to pass out.

Why would she… Nolan was wearing a clean and tidy shirt meticulously buttoned all the way to his collar. He was reading a document at the desk, unaffected, and didn’t seem like he would ask the reason she was here. Quincy hesitated and spoke to the person on the other end. “I’ll go see her.” Quincy pursed his lips when he saw how calm Nolan was and walked downstairs. Ryleigh, who got past security, walked to the door and saw Quincy walking out of the villa. “How can I help you, Ms. Hill?

Quincy yelled. Alex Rockefeller pretended not to hear him. However, Maya Howards turned to look at Quincy’s wound. “It looks like the cut wasn’t clean. There’s still poison on the wound. It’s spreading.” “Huh?” Quincy looked down. He wanted to cry, but no tears would come out. Susan Hunter grabbed a rope and quickly tied it around Quincy’s calf below his knee. After that, Zayne made another cut. “Oh, oh, ouch— Senior, quickly, knock me out. I’m about to die!”

Quincy was watching all that, his breaths were heavy because of exercise but I paid him no heed and went straight to the kitchen. “Your boyfriend?” He came in and opened up his tracksuit zip revealing his perfectly toned abs as he placed the groceries he had bought on the way back. He shops himself since he’s awfully peculiar about his food and the quality of it as a vampire. Yes, Quincy is a vampire. His real name is Quincelet but I don’t know his surname and how old he really is since he said he stopped counting near two hundred. “No.” I filled the glass with water, “Just a friend.”