Quinlan Voss Novels & Stories

The red ink bled into the margin of page seven, cutting right through the inflated Q3 projections. Selene Voss did not look up when the heavy glass door clicked open. She kept her focus on the numbers, letting the silence of the forty-second floor settle around her—a silence so dense and expensive it carried its own distinct frequency. She had three more corrections to make to the Eastfield review, adjustments she intended to finalize once the room was empty and free of an audience. "Ms. Voss." Her assistant, Jin, appeared at her elbow. Quiet and rhythmic as always. "They're ready."

Because she is not named in the filing and I want her name kept out of every official record until we understand the full shape of what our father built. Maren Voss is a small woman in her late forties with close-cut grey hair and reading glasses pushed up on her head and the specific unhurried energy of someone who has walked into difficult rooms for thirty years and stopped being impressed by any of them. She carries a slim document case and she looks at me first when she enters, the way everyone has been looking at me first today, and I am very tired of being the first thing people look at when they walk into a room.

Mona Fields stood beside the woman explaining the ticket process, nodding attentively as she tried to keep up. Today was her first day working at the underground boxing venue, and she had been assigned the role of ticket reviewer. Even saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. A ticket reviewer? It wasn't exactly the job of her dreams, but she needed the extra cash. Her roommate, Flora, had pulled some strings with the manager—her boyfriend—and convinced him to hire Mona. Flora worked here as a sign holder, parading around the ring between rounds in barely-there outfits, flashing a bright smile to the roaring crowd.

This reminder made Quinna get bashful again, but she was also equally ecstatic… Across the lobby, one of the patrons, who was wearing a cap, smiled. “Well, well, well. I’m gonna be the most sought-after rising star after today. Javier Kersey and Quinna Qurum are having a tryst? Yo, this is gonna blow up the internet!”

Quinn was the pack leader, but he also was the President of Moeller Enterprises. "I'm positive, she has her badge on her hip, and get this, she is wolfin." Kasper sounded excited. “And she smells Danco.” "Is it a crime to be either?” Quinn said, raising his eyebrows. "Well, no but, why is she here?" Kasper narrowed his eyes. Quinn stood up, took the file he was holding, and swatted Kasper on the head. He laughed a little. "Ouch." Kasper mouthed. “What the heck!”

Somewhere beyond the stacks, faint light flickered — a lantern swaying in the breeze. And there, in the center of that glow, was Marcus. Bound to a chair. A split lip. One eye swollen shut. His chest rose and fell shallowly, but he was breathing. Cassidy Voss stepped out from the shadows like she was walking onto a stage, the lantern’s light catching the sharp angles of her face. “Elara Quinn,” she said with a smile that didn’t touch her eyes. “The city’s newest problem. And here I thought you’d be taller.”

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

she further emphasize. I force a smile, "I didn't feel like that today, I was trembling at the beginning." "You hid it well, Cassie, the best professionals rarely feel confident most times." she continues but lowers her voice "And for what it's worth, I don't think Mr Voss was disappointed." My heart skipped a beat when i heard his name again, my heart was a traitor. "What makes you say that?" I'm so curious now. Well, you know what killed the cat.

He exclaimed. Valarie turned to follow his gaze and felt her hand on her lap tremble involuntarily. Not far away, Brandon was walking toward them alongside a woman who appeared to be in her mid-20s. To be precise, they weren't walking directly toward Valarie and Zayn—they simply had to pass the walkway beside them to leave the restaurant. Valarie recognized the woman as Jessica Quantrill, the daughter of Vision Technology's CEO. Vision Technology was a well-known company in Saintornia.

The Quinns took a fancy to Vanessa the biological daughter of the Lawson family. However Vanessa, was not interested, love made her a blind fool as she fell for Francis Woods and refused to marry the young master of the Quinns family Leonardo Quinn's. Leonardo Quinns was the most eligible bachelor in New Haven, a god in business but unfortunately he was involved in an accident that led to him being crippled. Every one in New Haven believed he has lost the ability to function as a man should causing all the daughters of prominent families to turn their heads away as none wanted to live the life of a widow and be childless. Ever since the accident His already bad temper became worst his servan