Quinlan Voss Novels & Stories

Quianna’s POV My hands are being busy since in the morning, preparing for the special meeting conducted by our team about the new product we’ll going to introduce. I am Quianna Ross, a normal office employee working under the company owned by my best friend’s parents. I am currently an intern working for 6 months and it’s my final week before the announcement of regular employees, even if it is the company of my best friend, I don’t want people to keep telling gossips on who I entered or chosen at the final lists. That is why I am working until my feet felt numbed and my shoulders tensed for the whole day.

Although it was still early, but all kept their eyes on her, so keenly to see her change and become one of them from the old packs. “Yes! Yes! That is the right Luna for you!” A crowd shouted from outside Ozouf's homestead. Panic arose among them as they held different views concerning going out and witness the introduction of a rival Luna to the Edon Alpha. “No one goes out except me!” Ozouf said in a high, sharp and arrogant voice as he commanded his wife Viv not to let Phelan neither Zeff get out of the house. Who then instructed the two to go to their rooms until their father's return.

Elara Voss – Senior Resonance Architect. Kael’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “You didn’t just work on the project…”

The caption reads: *"Voss Industries CEO Julian Voss and philanthropist Vivienne Laurent are expecting their first child together this spring. The couple, who began dating after Voss's separation from his first wife, are already a fixture on the Manhattan social scene." First wife. Already relegated to the past tense. As she should be. I scroll through the comments. Mostly positive. A few mention Esmeralda—"What happened to the first wife?" "Seems fast"—but those are drowned out by congratulations and well-wishes. Public opinion is on my side. As it should be. My office door opens without knocking. Harrison Blackwood, my CFO, enters with a tablet. "The Singapore numbers are in. We're project

, a man approached. Tall. Dark coat. Same posture from the grainy photo—rigid, watchful. But now she could see his face clearly: sharp cheekbones, dark hair streaked with premature gray, eyes the color of worn steel. Declan Voss. He stopped a few feet away, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. “Emily Carter,” he said. Voice low, cultured, with the faintest trace of an Irish lilt. “Or should I say Mrs. Knight?”

She had been watching him for twenty years. Not obviously. Never, obviously; that was the first thing she had understood about loving Caelum Voss. You did not do it loudly. You did not announce it or perform it or let it sit anywhere on your face where it could be examined. You carried it the way you carried anything that mattered too much to risk: quietly, internally, in the part of yourself that nobody else had access to. She knew every variation of his attention.

Soon, once again, I was going to be without a home. “But before I do that I'd like to say this first,” he came to stand in front of me, holding tight to my jaw and I felt a searing pain pass through me. He stared me right in the face, and I gulped at the emptiness in his eyes. “I, Kael Leonard, from the River pack, reject you, Ruby Donalds, as my mate. And I hereby declare you a non member of this pack. You have twenty minutes to depart this pack, but if any of the guards catches you when that time elapses, consider yourself dead.”

“Work is work! It’s taboo to use work for personal gain. I stay true to my professional ethics. That’s enough. I’m not going to continue this nonsense with you. I’ve made an appointment with Thea to celebrate my appointment as the vice president of Transgenerational Group.” Quincy put on her large sunglasses again and turned to leave as James watched her. James glanced at Quincy, who was leaving with a satisfied look on her face. Although she was prideful, she was still a pretty good person. At least her refusing to use work for personal gains as it was a taboo made James deeply admire her. “Maybe I should get an album autograph too?” James turned around and glanced at the Transgenerational

These are the small geometries of a person, the rituals that emerge when you spend enough time with someone to see past the performance. I have been watching her for eleven weeks. I am still finding new things. After breakfast we review the plan again. Hana has sent updated intelligence on name thirty-one — the technical observer Adrian has positioned inside the summit. His real name is Karl Voss. He is German, forty-two, a former systems architect who was quietly dismissed from a major European bank under circumstances that were never made public. He has been working as an independent contractor for approximately six years, and his client list includes at least three organizations that exis

It was 12:06pm, the sun had almost peaked. “Close your eyes,” Dad said, “Feel the Goddesses.” I followed his command and tilted my head back, the heat of the sun falling on my face. “I, Alpha Leonardo Loren of the Stella pack, grant my full power and authority to my son, Cato Loren, when the sun reaches its solar noon on his seventeenth birthday.” Now it was my line. We’d rehearsed this dozens of times. “And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.”