Quinn And Santana Novels & Stories

Someone I had been waiting for all this time to come into my life after going through various rumors with women who were rumored to have a relationship with me. Quinn may not know that I am her fated mate, but the moment I saw her at our first meeting at the S-T Arena, I recognized her immediately. She is the one destined by the Moon Goddess to be my fated mate, my soulmate, till death do us part, Quinn Blair Roux. A human and my therapist. From that day on, when she entered the S-T Arena, I smelled a very rare scent, one that was intoxicating and addictive. That scent came from Quinn, who arrived carrying her shoulder bag, frightened because I yelled at her.

I’m just not ready to put into words what he means to me. “Okay, let’s do this,” I say, taking a deep breath. We approach the group of supernaturals gathered near around a fire in the centre of the cabins. As we move closer, their eyes narrow in suspicion. I stand tall, straightening my posture. I refuse to back down and let them intimidate me. “Hello,” I say, keeping my voice firm but friendly. “My name is Quinn, and this is Salvatore. We mean you no harm. We are just here looking for something.”

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.

"If you want to kill yourself, let someone offer a membership price. It's all free. I'm sorry to take it, young man." "Woman, how long have you been with Britney Santos? Your tone and habits are too similar to her." "Maybe it's fate. Don't bother your lunch break. I'll tell the salesgirl to pay the membership price later." "I see."Bright Santos hung up the phone. A strange expression as like as two peas, he felt that Qin's Yue and his elder sister were twins. Even not taking advantage of others is the same. It's really fatal. ** Elisa White brushes a scarf and a pair of earrings for Annie, and then brushes other things. Annie refuses to ask for them.

Alice had more on her plate, did she not? Absolutely. Oshana Group was a hive of activity. Even with a banquet in full swing, there was a laundry list of tasks to tackle. Heading to the banquet hall later would not hurt. "I'll head over first, then." Santiago Quain had no doubts and was already eager to meet the famed top beauty of Ol' Mare. With a sly grin, he made a beeline for the nearby banquet hall. The moment Santiago left the suite…

I said, letting her drag me to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and my hands settled on her waist. I stared down at her. Our eyes met; even under the dim lights of the club, her golden eyes still shone bright. I lowered my head. She didn’t move away, her lips parting as if inviting me. I was about to close the gap between our mouths when Quin’s voice came from behind Maren, making us pull apart. “Maren, this song is a hit!” Quin pulled Maren to herself as Bad Bunny’s Monaco started to play.

Darius sat on a golden chair which was similar to a real one with a sigh and patted the chair softly. "Soon... Soon enough... I'll be able to sit on the real deed." _________ Luna Lucia I don't know why but I can feel it. Something about Santino has changed. He has been giving me short responses, acting like he was walking on eggshells around me, cutting off his words mid-sentences... There were many more I can't say. The last time Santino acted this way around me was when he had left me at the packhouse to be with the real mother of the quads.

I had no doubt the others would soon school her. "Oh you poor sweet delusional thing. These men are nuts. If we get caught meddling we'll be lucky if they don't lock us in a room for the duration." "Ah come on Danielle, Quinn's a big old teddy bear. I think he's sweet on me." Quinn took a lot of ribbing over that one and the red flush on his face was damn comical. I'm gonna enjoy this shit. "And besides, we just met, he doesn't have any control over me."

Confusion. But Quinn didn’t panic instead he disappeared. Dante chased him through corridors, blood pounding in his ears. The final confrontation wasn’t grand. Wind howled across the unfinished rooftop, rain slicking the concrete, city lights bleeding into the night below. Dante’s boots scraped as he slammed Quinn back against the half-built barrier. Quinn didn’t scream. He laughed. “Look at you,” Quinn spat blood, smiling through it. “All this for a woman.” Dante’s injured arm trembled, but he didn’t release him. “You used Ashley.”

The noisy living room fell silent in an instant, and even the air seemed to have frozen over. Overwhelming Alpha pressure radiated from Leonard, forcing everyone present to bow their heads instinctively. "The…The Alpha King?" Timothy swallowed hard, trying to suppress the terror welling up within. Even so, his hand clutching the slave serum trembled. "Sasha has already been marked. She cannot marry you. Who here is your Luna Queen?" "Beta Timothy Newsom." Leonard sneered. "Who gave you the right to address me like that?"