Bea La Fea Novels & Stories

A greeting that made Benjamin feel like he'd been slapped hard by the female police officer. "Ohh Geez! Can you greet me more affectionately, Leandra Darling. Hmm ... can I bother you a little tonight with two handsome men?" Lieutenant Benjamin replied, suppressing his male ego deeply. "No—and yes," Leandra Price answered ambiguously, laughing heartily with her signature husky voice.

Elara's voice remained calm as she responded, "So, if I had told you sooner that I was Luna, you would have liked me more? Is that it?" "Mm…" Beau mumbled a vague response. "If I had nothing—if I were just an ordinary, unremarkable woman—would that mean I wasn't worthy of being your mother?" Beau muttered under his breath, "I am the Fishers' heir! My mom has to be the most outstanding woman in the world!" Elara's gaze remained steady as she looked at him. To her, the child standing before her was nothing more than a familiar stranger. "Even a dog wouldn't care whether its owner was rich or poor. But Beau, I suppose you do."

It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves. Bea’s expertise as she guided me through the application of makeup was both impressive and reassuring. Her gentle touch and attention to detail made me feel like a canvas waiting to be transformed into a masterpiece. As I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror, I was awestruck by the transformation taking place. It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support.

The toxic chemicals Davey was in the practice of using could easily blow up if it came into contact with an explosive. “Just so long as we’re all on the same page,” she said, gazing through the windshield as they flew through an intersection and began heading into the rural and winding roads of Bellevue. Layla leaned forward, draping her arms around the driver’s and passenger’s seat, as she spoke up over the wind. “That was one hell of a dress you were wearing.” Alarmed, Mira glanced at her, but holding Layla’s gaze was too rattling. “Dress?” asked Carter.

There's an indescribable thrill in spotting my work etched onto the pages of the New York Times best seller list. And Becca is indeed a Fae Witch. She said she had grown tired of the Fae Realm and left when she was young. (I didn’t ask many questions. It wasn’t my business.) She went to college in Atlanta and became a well-known literary agent. Becca is a force to be reckoned with, at least if you are trying to sell books.

A joke to myself. “All done.” I smiled at her, and handed her a cloth to wrap around her till Theodore was back. Go to Jamira’s room, and wait. Theodore will be back soon with clothes.” She nodded okay, and walked to the room. I notice she doesn’t really fight back much. I would have to give her some time to know she can say no, and ask for stuff. That she doesn’t have to do something she doesn’t want to. I went down the stairs and brought Rosalita up next. I was not going to be surprised this time. Unlike her sister, she got undressed easily, and got in the tub with no encouragement. She was definitely brave. She did not even hide her body. She looked no better than her sister. If anything…

I felt pain in her voice, which fell heavily on my chest. Bea slept with both men and women. But when I asked her about her liking, she answered in a dreamy tone — ‘I search for true love. It doesn’t matter if I get it from a man or a woman. As long as it’s selfless, unconditional and pure… I am ready to fall in love.’ “There’s nothing to fear, hmm?” Bea said with a smile as she kissed my eyelids and then my forehead. She smiled, but she wasn’t happy.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

Well, at least some people were still sympathizing with me. "On the other side, we have Luna Bella, 23 years old, 5'6", 125 pounds, and..?" Ferragano made a long pause. He was trying to embarrass me on live TV. I already feel like cattle standing right here. "What qualifications do you have, Luna Bella?"

A fae. The fae turned to look at me, his pale, icy eyes staring straight into mine and then at Nesta in Daniel's arm before he uttered a soft litany of words that sounded ancient to my ears. His face was devoid of any emotion, like a lot of their race. They were said to possess little emotions, this one, he seemed to be quite powerful and I knew he had a glamour on, to dampen his otherworldly presence. He blinked, his black lashes sweeping on pale cheeks before he said in a softly accented deep voice that sounded like the wind on a stormy night. "We greet you, the new wolf king of Etherea. May your reign be blessed."