Bayonetta X Jeanne Novels & Stories

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Jean The gates creaked open with anticipation. I already knew who was coming. Abigail . My sister. She walked into Bloodfang Pack like she was the queen of the kingdom, cloak sparkling like she just spilled red blood on the floor, hair sleek as midnight. She’s slender now, cheeks fuller, but her smile? Sharper than a wolf’s tooth. Everybodystopped to stare at her. That's the kind of attention she called with her beauty. “Jean!” she called out, voice as sweet as sugar. I knew her better than that. Like we’re old friends meeting at a party, not sisters with a history that goes way back.

All five Alphas, with Kamala subbing for Jalen, would decide how to move forward with defeating King Jett. Bonnie, one of the maids, had picked a bunch of fancy dresses for me to try on. "Ooh this one!" she exclaimed, ushering me to the body mirror in Dante's bathroom. I couldn't help but smile at the stranger in front of me. She had on a long, burgundy mermaid dress with a high split and matching heels. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection. She was a beautiful queen; what I imagined a Luna to look like. There was no way I could pull off this image. "Will you let Alpha Dante know that I'll be down in a minute?" I asked her. She nodded and quickly walked out of the room. Jasmine? I min

Catherine was still embarrassed by the situation and ended up hitting André's shoulder, which clearly startled him. "Don't forget I'm driving, woman!" he commented, passing his hand over the opposite shoulder that got hit. "Crazy."

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy Writes ❤️ CHAPTER 6 ❤️ Am I supposed to be scared now, Jeanne asked Sharon. I don't know, she answered. But she sounded like a chicken just now, Jeanne said with a chuckle. Really??, She answered with a light smile Yeah, she was like stay away from Michael, he's mine only, she said mimicking Samantha, and that little puppy that follows her every time.

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

Proud to be seen as his mate. Finally, we reach a sunlit room where two figures stand waiting. Lucian is tall and broad-shouldered, with silver at his temples and a commanding seriousness to him. Merelle is radiant, her white curls woven into an intricate braid, her green eyes shining with warmth. As soon as I step inside, they both smile. “You must be Xelina,” Merelle says, crossing the space between us with open arms. “We’ve waited so long to meet you.” “It’s lovely to meet you, as well.” I curtsey.

I said and without hesitating I walked out of the house. A brief introduction, I'm Jeanne Thalcobs, 19 year old though I'm gonna be 20 soon. Tomorrow's my birthday. I'm very skilled in combat and then singing. I have a lovely voice. By the way, people address me as rude, proud and worse a spoilt brat but I care less. I know I'm not. And since tomorrow's my birthday, Dad has a big gift planned for me and I can't wait to see it. Soon, I was in my school. On the way to my class, I bumped into one of my friends( not friends though) we were more like an acquaintance. Her name is Jenner.

Belinda was sure that there would have been a sickening crunch under other circumstances and, judging from where she hit the woman, there might have been a fifty/fifty chance she would have ever walked again. But Isabelle was different now and she merely turned round to see just who of the assembled group had the nerve to try (and fail) to inflict such injury upon her. Belinda was sure that, when she saw her prey in full view, Isabelle’s eyes glowed, just a little bit.