Bea La Fea Novels & Stories

“Feena. Don’t you have something you needed to do today?” “Not really,” she replied, feigning innocence. “All I do is lounge around and watch you have all the fun.” Her eyes flicked back to me. “I’m just glad there’s another female around. Makes things less boring.” “Just until the Starlight Waltz,” I replied calmly, “and then I’ll be gone.” Feena’s smile faltered. She went quiet, studying me for a moment too long. Then she looked sideways at Baelorin.

We all turn to Lia, only to see her leaning on the table as she stares at it blankly with a focused look on her face. “Lia?” I try to get her attention, but she stays unresponsive. “She really looks like you, Angel. You get the exact same look on your face when you think about something.” I hear Leo chuckle quietly. “Something’s not right. – Lia says after a while, frowning deeply as she looks at Beast – What do I call you?” “You can call me Thea.” Beast smirks. “I can see you’re not afraid of me.” “Thea, you said they had tattoos. You wouldn’t happen to have pictures of them, would you?” My brows furrow in confusion. What is she getting at?

"Cheer up, Fely, you will get better and can surpass Lea if you try harder." Lea looks stunning, no matter what dress she wears. Her slender body shape, has beautiful and sexy curves, making any clothes look good on her skin. Apart from that, what stands out the most is its lively and dynamic expression, so that any concept that is carried looks alive and real, touching those who see it.

Esrath: “You will pay for what you did to me, I don’t care how many times I have to kill you, I will do it so you know how I felt in that room you locked me in as a kid!” My mother was shocked at what I said and my father swallowed heavy as he backed away from the entrance of the room, José follows behind me as I walk out into the waiting room which alarms the nurses to try to stop me from leaving but I ignore them as I push past them; I put my shades on and light a cigarette taking a deep drag of it and letting it sit in my lungs for a bit as I sigh releasing the smoke out of my mouth. “So why are they still living? And how can we put a stop to them living as long as they have?" José sighs

I asked. "Wow that hurts." she pouted seductively, but it had no effect on me whatsoever and she noticed it, "I'm Bree, remember it this time." She said and got up, her breasts jiggled a bit as she walked to me. She snaked her arms around my waist, and stood on her toes to kiss me but like I said before, I wasn't in the mood anymore. I gently pulled her hand off me and went to pick her clothes from the floor, "Here." I said, pushing them towards her.

“Of course, go… go.” “Lyssa, what the hell kind of hairspray did you use on my hair?” Becca reached to scratch behind her ear. “It itches.” “I just need five minutes in the mirror—” Lyssa stopped, finger pointed. “Becca Louise Duran! I worked too hard to get a natural look that can resist the gale force winds off this damn beach, so you will sit on your hands if you get the urge to touch. At least until after pictures.” Terez laughed at the young woman as she carefully fitted the veil amid the sophisticated curls framing Becca’s face and neck, letting the sheer fabric fall in floaty layers to the bride’s shoulders.

ISABELLA POV “I was just playing with her, no need to be dramatic” Beau rolls her eyes walking towards us again “You need to leave right this instant, you cannot treat Mrs. DeLuca this way!!” Thelma squares her shoulders, her eyes in slits at Beau “I was hired to make sure she can walk again, I was only testing her reflexes, now I understand you are the maid, not some personal assistant, so I would appreciate it if you were to leave this place immediately!” She says her voice stern

Their strong faces were blank, stone-cold. "Who are you people?!" I half yelled, but my words fell on deaf ears. The sound of footsteps filled the air, and wine-colored platform heels came into view as she walked into the room. It was—it was Deangelo's stepmother. I had only seen her once, but the memory was clear. Her face was too perfect, too smooth, and her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Ah, you are finally awake," she remarked, her voice was as silky as velvet. "I was beginning to think I had abducted a corpse."

Luca asks beating me to it. "He's a fucking Fae"