Soa Quinn Novels & Stories

She looked… relaxed. I hesitated, then walked over. “Um, sorry,” I said, stopping a few feet away. My voice sounded smaller than I meant it to. “Do you know where the main office is?” The girl looked up, startled for half a second, then smiled. “Yeah. You new?” I nodded. “Transferred.” “That explains the confusion.” She stood easily, slipping her phone into her pocket. “I’m Stacy. But everyone calls me Star.” “Chloe,” I said. “Chloe-Anne.”

“Go on.” “Quinn’s been siphoning funds from the company,” Roger reported. “He’s been diverting them into offshore accounts under dummy corporations. But that’s not all—he’s been feeding insider information to his parents. I believe they’re making a move.” I tightened my grip on the glass, but I slowly swirled the contents to keep calm. So, that was Quinn’s game. A pathetic attempt to bite the hand that had been feeding him all along. He thought he was clever, but I would always be one step ahead.

She also said she was happy for me and asked me how my investigation at the Oakwood pack went. So I filled her in on everything, intentionally excluding my sexual moments with the King. For someone who didn’t know the late Alpha Frederic, she was mad and sad when I told her about Dawn and what she’d done. And she was even more mad when I told her how Alpha Kael had claimed I belonged to him and, of course, I didn’t miss out on telling her my reaction and response to him. By 7 p.m., Gamma Eric knocked and told me that dinner would be served in an hour and that we would be dining with the Queen, which was Clinton’s mother.

Quentin, surprised by her boldness, spoke up, "Miss, who might you be?" He had seen plenty of people try to get close to Gavin, but none had been this direct. Sitting down without hesitation as if they were old friends—who was this woman? Jolie smiled at Quentin. "Hi, I’m Jolie Quin." Quentin returned a professional smile. "Nice to meet you, Miss Quin. I’m Mr. Cooper’s assistant, Quentin Rhett. If there’s something you need, feel free to contact me first. This is Mr. Cooper’s private time, and it might not be the best moment for—"

One he wasn’t supposed to read. “Mara Quinn?” he asked. Hall nodded. “You know her?” “She used to work for ONYX. The surveillance division. She helped build Project Raven.” Hall gave a slow, cautious look. “Think she’s running it again?” “No,” Rourke said grimly. “I think it’s running her.” --- The shop looked dead when they arrived — no lights in the front, but faint movement inside. Rourke could tell she knew they were coming. He knocked anyway.

As they drove off toward the office, Soren stared out the window, his mind now set on one thing, returning to the suite tonight with renewed cruelty. Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Soren pulled it out and saw a new message from the Velvet Exchange security team. “Miss Quinn has requested permission to leave the suite for a personal meeting this evening. Should we approve?” Soren’s grip tightened on the phone, and his eyes darkened immediately. Who the hell was she planning to meet this time?

Do you still need me to investigate her past? Jim narrowed his eyes and replied, "Continue to keep an eye on her and try to find out more information about her past, especially if she has any relations to the Quinn family." Assistant Coleman paused when he heard this, then answered, "Actually…I have this information at hand right now. "Laura Suess is Granny Quinn's personal physician, and Granny Quinn was the one who had supported her financially when she went abroad for her further studies. Thus, she has always been close with the members of the Quinn family."

Shaking his head, Kian said, “My grandma said that we can’t be turned. Only the others, the ones without the agreement, can be turned. That’s why we have the agreement.” “I don’t think that’s true,” Aaron replied, biting the corner of his lower lip. “My ma said that Seana O’Malley was turned just last week, and she’s been thinkin’ she was safe because of the agreement for almost sixty years. That’s what my ma said anyway.”

After Friday’s outcome he hadn’t seen or heard from her and now it was after lunch he really wanted to be able to touch base with her and make sure she was still on board and double check she was okay after what Cory said. It was quite obvious to him now that Quinn had suffered or was suffering from some sort of trauma, possibly from her childhood, she had said she was born in Boston but that didn’t mean much. It was the way she flinched, the way she was suddenly quiet or polite to dispel any confrontation with men. He sighed and berated his own invasive thoughts as they pointed out the fact she would make a great sub…

"Hello, Calla." When Sasha saw that Woody was also there and that he and Calla were talking and laughing together, she felt a strange feeling well up in her. The two of them seemed very close. Javier and Jonah exchanged looks, and there was a sinister look on both of their faces. Javier had two goals for the gathering that day. One was to get into Sasha's good books, and the other was to trample on Woody. "Is everyone here?" Jonah asked. He introduced the woman hanging on his arm. "This is my girlfriend, Queenie Tate. She belongs to the same system as we do. She works at the headquarters of Cartwright Group."