Guess who has a bad f*cking flu? Yeah, it's me!༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽ Now I'm walking around the house in a sweater and a sweatpants with my inhaler in hand and my angry bird face! I hate being sick more than anything! damn! Anyways...a chapter my beautiful ppl!
Zayd didn’t come home. No matter how long Quinn tried to keep her droopy eyes open, he did not walk through that door. ‘Had her words angered him that much?’ she continuously wondered until eventually, those eyes fluttered shut, only opening again when the daylight glistened bright through the thin
Quinn plucked the fork out of the sausage and glared down into her half-eaten food. Should she go back to his office? And then what? Angrily storm out again? She pushed the plate aside and swallowed what was in her mouth. She was embarrassed. She went there to apologize and ended up doing nothing
The entertainment room was in the heart of the pack house’s main building. Quinn hadn’t been there, since the east wing was a separate building adjoined to the pack house. Now though she got to see the inside…even if it was just the first floor. The furniture were mostly colored in a dark shade of
As soon as everybody returned with the cleaning utensils, Marcia started giving out orders again…orders that weren’t at all fair. The men were the ones who were supposed to clean, since according to her, all the women were exhausted from having to deal with them on a daily basis. She proclaimed the
Zayd ran his hand down his face as he walked out of the pack house with his beta and gamma behind him. He hoped the day wasn’t irrevocably spoiled. He’d begged his mother, he might’ve not gotten down on his knees, but he’d begged that woman to let this day pass without trouble. He’d informed his fa
Dropping her bags on the floor, she flicked the switch on, staggering back when numerous people shouted out. “Happy birthday!” Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked around, finding Zayd grinning in the midst of the room with Dantae, Frederick and Joshua by his side. However, there was one othe
A sob climbed up her throat and her hands fell lifeless at her sides. “Today isn’t a happy day, Zayd…how could you wish me a happy birthday?” “It might be so, but it’s still your birthday, Quinn…how could I not wish for it to be happy?” “Did you hear it? Did you hear what my father said?” “I’ve k
Quinn blinked down at the man between her legs, his eyes were dark as he stared down at her; dark and lustful. Her body seemed to be his main focus, her body that was bare of clothes, but covered in icing. Her nipples were hidden by the sweet, white cream and in a single line, it crawled down her s