Quinn Avery Novels & Stories

Then, she picked up her diary and scribbled some things in it. ### “Ava, are you aware that I’ve been waiting here for the past one hour?” Liam said, he was trying not to sound too harsh or too angry but his emotions were boiling already. Ava looked at her wall clock and sprang up from the couch as if she had mistakenly sat on a pin. She placed a palm over her head before it slid down to cover a part of her face. She was supposed to go on a date, how could she forget that? It skipped her mind. She had met Liam a few weeks back at a friend’s child naming ceremony that she had attended with her aunt. They had been in touch a few times and today, he asked her to meet him so they could get to k

"You finally asked her, which is a good thing because you've always been sluggish, and that Panther beat you." "Relax; they're over; I'll make a move now; I'm not going to let her go." "Of course! That's our man. How lovely is Avery, right? Oh my! If she falls in love with me, I'll marry her." "Stop talking, Velasco! She's mine." "It's not my fault; you've always been foolish, but seriously, best of luck with Avery; she's great, brilliant, and a good cop." "That's why I love her," they yelled, but stopped when I turned around. They both gave me the peace sign as Trey grinned and winked. I shook my head and returned my attention to the monitor. Damn! I just heard their freaking conversation u

"Give me a break. It was in the discount section, and it looked pretty. Besides, when am I ever going to get an opportunity to dress up like this again?" "You do look pretty," Eaton complimented her. "And you're going to stand out like hell. I don't think anyone else is dressed like you." Avery tossed her glossy, brown curls. "And that's how I like it." “Honestly, you're right. I never thought it would be such a big deal. I feel like I’m going to the Met Gala or something,” Quinn gasped, head lolling as she tried to take in everything at once. She was dressed in a shimmery, purple-colored frock that accentuated her curves. “Oh, my god, just look at the decorations. If the frickin driveway is

"I'm not very good at forcing things to a conclusion before they're ready." He looked down at me. "Elowen taught you that?" "Elowen is still teaching me that," I said. "It's an ongoing curriculum." He pressed his lips to the top of my head, brief and warm, and I closed my eyes against the cold for a second and just existed in the specific shelter of it. The lake held its silence. The pines held their border. And Avery Kane, three months into a life she hadn't planned, stood at the edge of a frozen Minnesota lake with a boy who had her mother's letters in a box in his childhood bedroom and thought that always supposed to and still chose it were maybe the same sentence told from different ends

The quiet glow of late afternoon poured into the library of the Kingsley penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floors. Avery sat at the dark oak desk, staring at her laptop screen. On the display was the official confirmation from the Swiss banking portal: $145,000,000 under her personal control. It was a staggering, almost abstract number. She leaned back in her chair, a soft, troubled sigh escaping her lips. Damien stepped into the library, carrying two warm cups of tea. Observing her quiet expression, he placed a mug near her hand and leaned against the edge of the desk, his silver eyes watching her with gentle concern.

"Ah, yes." At the mention of his sister, Avery added, "Quinn was quite docile when she was young. But then, she somehow started rebelling. "She refused to study, and she would either chase after celebrities or race on the streets. We're very concerned about her. Last year, she got herself a boyfriend, and she insisted on getting married to him. "She's already of marriageable age, but she's the treasured daughter of the Fordhams, after all. It's not that we only accept wealthy candidates …

I didn’t recognize them at first until they started to storm towards me, great Avery. “This is all your fault. Why can’t he just get over you? You obviously don’t want him. What the fuck makes you so special?” She starts screaming at me. I don’t even have to ask who she is talking about. “Why do you always think that I am the reason Quinn wants nothing to do with you? He didn’t even want to be friends with you when we were younger.” I said reaching the limits of my patience with her. I have had enough. “Avery you need to grow up and move on. You and Quinn are not mates, he wants nothing to do with you and it is not my fault. Why don’t you do something with your life? Go to school, travel, do