Quinn And Santana Novels & Stories

The kiss cam finds them first. Of course it does. Luna Quinn and Julian Hayes are standing near the pit of the amphitheater, bathed in the chaotic neon glow of the stage lights, and even in a surging crowd of twenty thousand, they possess the kind of magnetic, effortless beauty that a roaming camera simply cannot resist.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

I still love her as my best friend and that won't change, but she is now MY LUNA MY QUEEN. THE END

He licked his lips as he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers… However, just before he could ultimately falter, Dantae and Federick burst through the door in a fit of laughter…and following them were Isabella, Joshua and Nicholas. He quickly pulled away from her, pocketing his hands that held onto her. “The soap…the bleach…” And then he headed off as though he hadn’t been seconds away from kissing her. Quinn’s fingers ran along her lips as she followed him. She didn’t understand, he was really going to kiss her…so does that mean she truly was forgiven?

Miranda quipped, leaning back in her seat and admiring her fresh manicure. Quinn's nose crinkled in disgust, "Please, I don't want to think about what she and my brother get up to. It's bad enough she's dating my brother now and working for Satan." "You're aware the man you're calling Satan is your husband, yes?" Tory asked but she couldn't stifle her chuckle long enough for the question to be posed seriously. "He may be my husband but he will always be satan. The man gets on my last nerve sometimes," Quinn huffed. It was rare to see her mad at Gunnar for anything so, when she was, we knew it was about something serious.

I avoid his gaze entirely, and he laughs. “ Hello, Santino!” Ethan’s voice comes from the small device. “ Hello Ethan, how is the search going?” Santino asks, sounding all carefree, even though his face remains stoic. His shifts his gaze and his sapphire lock with mine for a moment. My lips part as I breathe out through my lips. Santino’s eyes briefly shift to my lips, he licks his, and they shift back to capture mine.

As the prelude of the song began, the crew quickly told them, "Get ready! Going up in three, two, one!" With that, the lift rapidly rose, sending both of them straight onto the stage. At that moment, the huge screens became a backdrop of Mount Solis' paradise-like scenes—a breeze brushing through a clearing filled with flowers and butterflies. Then, Quinn, who never had any celebrity gossip, was suddenly on stage, holding hands with an armor-clad man. Many Oskian fans familiar with her were hence surprised, as Quinn had never even been linked to any relationship speculation, but now there she was, clad in a traditional dress, holding hands with a faceless man.

Several moments pass as we stand in the cold until the door opens. Santiago peers out at us, his black eyes narrowing. “Oh. It’s you.” For lack of a better word, Santiago is Quinton’s assistant. His “yes man,” kept around to run errands and do the dirty work. He’s a large guy, bigger than me, muscular but also a little thick around the middle—and thick in the head. He has weathered caramel skin, dark eyes, and shiny black hair that he treats like his most prized treasure. Right now, he’s wearing jeans, a plain white tee shirt, and a scowl.

When we’re done, one by one the pack members, starting with Riley and Clint, come forward and swear their loyalty to Quinn as their Luna. When the last person drinks, I stand, facing the group and taking Quinn’s hand. “Members of the Safe Haven pack, I give you your Luna, Luna Quinn Gunnar, the love of my life,” I say, turning to pull her into my arms and kissing her without a single care for how inappropriate it might be. She’s mine and everyone should know that today and every day. When I pull back, I hear the cheers and whistles of the pack and I see the tears in Quinn’s eyes.