Axel And Beast Reading Level Novels & Stories

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

he asks almost angrily. Again, he doesn't scare me. "I gave Boot the slip by coming in here with the doctor for pain relief." "Maybe I'll give Boot the day off and take care of your training myself." "You don't look like you can walk much less train. I'll find Boot and be a good little girl." Nope, no sexual innuendo in that comment. "Somehow good little girl doesn't work for you. Axel was only half right because Beast has your number too." He probably does because I've always been easy to read. "You talk about Beast like he's a separate entity. Are you one and the same or is he like a split personality that takes over?"

he asks almost angrily. Again, he doesn't scare me. "I gave Boot the slip by coming in here with the doctor for pain relief." "Maybe I'll give Boot the day off and take care of your training myself." "You don't look like you can walk much less train. I'll find Boot and be a good little girl." Nope, no sexual innuendo in that comment. "Somehow good little girl doesn't work for you. Axel was only half right because Beast has your number too." He probably does because I've always been easy to read. "You talk about Beast like he's a separate entity. Are you one and the same or is he like a split personality that takes over?"

Channeling a sudden surge of raw kinetic power through my torso, I break her hold and fling her backward, sending her body crashing heavily onto the stone floorboards. She sits sprawled on the concrete, her eyes fracturing with a wave of deep, ugly heartbreak as she lets out a sharp shriek. "Your inner beast is still howling for Chika Whitmore, is it not? Even after the Afolayan Dominion stamped their marriage mark onto his flesh, your station refuses to terminate the signal!"

“What the hell?” Axel’s brows raised questioningly. He sat down beside her. “What?” She shifted closer to him, carefully enough not to spill the drink. “You didn’t miss science class in high school, you used to be intelligent.” She clicked her tongue. “Now tell me, how is sixty seven degree Celsius cold?” Axel chuckled. “Sixty seven degrees is damn hot, I know, Becca. Just wanted to make you feel better.” She smiled lightly. “You suck at doing that.”

Axel stood up after finishing his plate. “Yes, that book will help you a lot to know more about what happens in people's minds. Very interesting.” Daniel nodded. “It also helps me practice my reading.” “Oh, about that I am very proud of you Axel!” Andry smiled widely. “I love how you had the motivation and the will to learn to read. I am very impressed.” “Thank you.” Axel blushed.

He knows. He knows, he knows, he knows…. He knows about Nester. He knows my mum tied us together. He knows Everest has been tracking my magic in him. I can’t believe I let that “you know you’ll be dead without me” line slip in class. It may have been about the stabbing but Axel is a prodigy-level genius. What if he pieces it together from my words? What if… “Are you going to fucking stand there or actually take a seat?” Axel snarls at me. I shake back into reality to find him calmly placing his things on a table at the far back of the library.

Call it the heartbreak special. I let the screen go dark and enjoyed my cigar. Axel grabbed his drink from the bar then sat in the chair across from me. Before he could say anything, I fired off, “I got the fucking name.” “Yeah?” He didn’t take a drink because he was immediately hooked on my words. “Beau Draven.” “What?” “Yes.” Axel sat in shock for a few seconds. “What the fuck⁠—”

Elira The horse was brought forward moments after the deal was struck—a towering black stallion, its muscles slick with sweat and moonlight. It tossed its head, snorting like it could smell what I was, like even the beast was smart enough to be afraid. The Alpha approached me. “Can you ride?” “Yes,” I said. He waited. I didn’t move. So he stepped forward, large hands settling on my waist—calloused, hot even through the chill of the air and the layers of my tunic. I didn’t resist, but I didn’t help him, either.