Awkward Beau Mirchoff Novels & Stories

Then who was behind me? My scalp went numb. I whipped my head around for a quick look. And froze. The man behind me wasn't my boyfriend at all. It was Axel—the guy we'd been drinking with. No wonder his technique was so good. No wonder he was so big. He was a college lecturer. I never imagined he'd be this wild. I stared at him in terror. "Professor Keating... what—what are you doing?" He gave me a wicked grin but didn't stop his hands for a second. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his massive thing, aiming it right at me.

For them, beauty was not a thing to be flaunted but endured—the glimmer of frost upon stone, the sound of snow cracking beneath boots, the stillness of a frozen lake. But here, in Cromwell, everything gleamed. Candles spilled their light across honey-gold walls, ribbons shimmered from the rafters, and servants scurried like well-trained doves with their trays of wine. It was unbearable in its brightness. To August’s eyes, it seemed almost mocking.

“Yeah, we only got called into the dean’s office once.” She glanced at Elara, and at the same time they said, “For turning Titus Applegate into a frog!” Then, they started laughing uncontrollably. “What naughty witches,” Beau chastised with a wink for Claire. Ash shot Beau a nasty glare. When I smirked he turned that expression on me, so I lifted my glass in a salute to him before draining it. He picked up his own beer stein and frowned into its depths. I felt sorry for the guy having set his sights on Claire. She was a wild woman, not likely to be tamed by his brutishness or charm.

I took a swig out of my own cup just to rub it in. Her glare was just too cute. "No, it's not." To try to prove her point, she took another drink out of her cup. This time, she fought to keep her face straight, which almost worked. Almost. "Ah." I nodded slowly, unconvinced. Not wanting her to damage her face permanently from glaring so hard, I changed the subject. "So why isn't Miss Murrah with you right now?" I held her eye contact as I sipped from my cup.

“Ummm … “ I looked across the room as far as my eyes could see, but I didn’t see Lance. ‘I think so. I’m not sure … “ I bit my lips. “I’m supposed to meet my husband here.” “What’s his name?” “Lance Kyle Russo” “Oh! Russo. Right this way Mrs. Russo.” As I followed her across the room, I instantly regretted not dressing up fancy. Even the maxi dress would be more appropriate. Everyone was dressed fancy; I was the only odd one out. As a result, I received intense stares from all of them as I walked past. My knees were shaking as if I had just been placed in front of an auditorium filled with people to deliver a speech on sex or some awkward topic. I passed a table with an old man who stuck his

Adia spoke out, trying to remember the name Beau. " Yes you have Adia, there's no way he could have compelled you, compulsion doesn't work on you, so try and remember where you met with him, maybe we can track him with that, he's one tricky vampire.." Arion added, " I….I… don't know but.." Adia stammered trying to get the name Beau. " Dark skinned, extremely handsome, and smiles a lot, trust me, a smile never falls from his face, and it's the most annoying smile ever.." Arion described scornfully, and Adia could guess, he and the so-called Beau are not on good terms.

His eyes glimmered as he looked around the vessel, perhaps attempting to memorize its design. The crowd broke into applause as a figure walked onto the stage—Mr. Beauxdera, no doubt. His appearance was unusual, even bohemian, but as he was a musician, I presumed he was in the habit of drawing attention to himself. He possessed elfin features, with high cheekbones, a pointed beard, and dark brown locks that flowed to just above his shoulders. His light green eyes looked down at us from behind perfect-circle spectacles, seeing everyone but me, it seemed. It is strange, how small one can feel just from seeing someone beautiful.

Chapter 11 - Awkward moments I tend to be awkward if I find you attractive - Unknown ~***~ Reign’s Pov Ever since Chleo came out about William liking me; it has been hard for me to even argue with him. I still called him Willy Winnie the Pooh, but facing him was another problem.

" Beau sat next to her (Marigold's) door rehearsing how he was going to tell her that he thought that she looked beautiful. While Beau sat outside the room rehearsing, Angela and Marigold were instead the room talking. Marigold stood in front of her body mirror looking at herself while Angela said, "Marigold you really do look beautiful." Marigold looked down saying, "Thank you but Beau…" Marigold sighed and Angela said, "Beau what?" Marigold looked at Angela, saying, "Beau doesn't think I look pretty. He thinks the dress is prettier than me and I get it, I just threw it on and it was stupid. I just thought he would like it… A part of me just wanted to catch his eye. I wanted him to call me

Jacob closed the door softly again. "A maid is bringing in juice. Bea stopped her. She scared her so much that she dropped the tray on the floor. "I haven't done anything like this since I was a teenager," he murmured with sudden annoyance and amusement. Mira refused to look at him. "Go away!" she said tremblingly. "Why?" She was burned alive in the pain of humiliation. "Get out of here as soon as I get dressed!" "Don't you think it's kind of ridiculous to do that under the circumstances?"