Bayonetta X Jeanne Novels & Stories

My fingers brushed her lips; she pulled her face away from me and stared at the window. You are trapped with me. Gianna Benton, from today onwards, you belong only to me.

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

It's a constant painful reminder of my failure to protect her. The guard soon returns with three women of which two are unfamiliar. Hanna stands to the left with a dirty face and gown. Her hair looks caked and her eyes carry black bags that effectively soil her normal cheerful look. In the middle is a tall slender tanned woman. Her blue eyes roll in annoyance. She glares at the angry lady on their right before facing me with uncertainty. The guard nudges the girl in the middle. She swats back her brown hair before speaking, “Alpha Xzen,” she greets with a bow. “I'm Bay, Bay Farrut. I'm a Healing student, level three. I'm classmate with Aura.”

Renata closed her eyes, her body relaxing under his touch. "May I touch you?" Jean asked. "It will be an honour." As the water rippled around them, Jean found his thoughts drifting back to Alexa. He looked at Renata, her eyes closed. Jean leaned in, capturing Renata's lips in a kiss. It was a kiss filled with desperation, a longing for something he couldn't have. Renata responded, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Their kisses deepened, becoming more passionate. Renata's hands moved to Jean's chest, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his muscles. Jean responded by deepening the kiss, his hands moving up to cradle her face. Then, their body united, the first time after mon

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Nothing more, nothing less. But, this is different. She is different. The first time I laid my eyes on her, I knew it, that I want her to be mine. And mine alone! "What's with the smile? Who were you texting?" said Macsen to Keion. We all looked at him. "Zella ..." was her simple answer. Fuck!

His gaze flicked to Milo, the center of attention, and his brows knitted tighter. “You—” he started. Gianna, unsure how to handle the awkwardness, extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Gianna.” “Of course you are,” Joey breathed, his eyes lighting up as he shook her hand. Then he walked off without even glancing at me, as if he hadn’t just gawked at a supposed stranger for nearly a minute. “Sorry about Joey,” I said, massaging my temple. “No normal humans in La Belle.” Amara huffed. “That’s a normal Tuesday for Gianna. Heads just turn.”

She surveyed the scene: Alaric whimpering on the floor, the living room looking like a war zone, and a giant, fluffy puppy sitting on her favorite rug. "Jean-Pierre," she said, her voice vibrating with a fury so cold it could have preserved meat. "What. Is. This?" "A gift, Madame!" I said, sweating. "To bring... eh... life to ze house!" "Get it out," she commanded. "Now." I reached down to grab Bane by the scruff to lead him away. But Bane thought this was a new game. As my hand closed on his neck, the puppy lunged upward, his teeth snagging not on my hand, but on the long, luscious locks of the Jean-Pierre wig.

Don't you girls think so too? She proceeded asking the girls behind them. Jalter - Hmph! If he got beaten by some beast he won't be called my Master after all. Jeanne - Un! I believe our Master shall prevail over all of the obstacles before him. Jalter - And as for those b*tches who betrayed him... I will see them burn in stake when the time comes! She says that with utter hatred and malicious aura surrounding her. Jeanne only choose to be silent because she also feels resentment against those who betrayed their Master, she is a devout believer after all.

He looked like a complete copy of Melanie, just with shorter hair and a masculine face and figure. Blaine gave him a hug, but I noticed his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Jasmine smiled politely at him. “Hey Bennett.” “Hi, Jas Queen. I didn't expect to see you here. It's like a whole family reunion.” Bennett replied. Then his gaze fell on me and he blinked. And blinked again. “Bennett Hayes.” He said, flashing a smile and extending a hand to me. “I'd say it's nice to meet you, but the pleasure is all mine.”