Bea La Fea Novels & Stories

"Who wouldn't be? Come on, she fell for the devil." "It's crazy. How can the devil fall in love? This can only happen in books or movies." "It's called fiction for a reason but it felt so real." She said. "The actors were good." "I could tell." She agreed with him. "Lauren German was a blast." "Ara loved Dr. Linda so much. Maybe it's because they have a common profession. Wait. You said Lauren was a blast. Didn't you just tell me you can't remember any blonde called Chloe?"

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She looked her from head to toe and disliked her. "You're mistaken, Mrs Tracey. She isn't a caretaker." Zita replied plainly. "Then who is she? Is she one of the new maids?" Tracey asked flatly, staring at her coldly, "Even if she is, she seems overdressed for the job." "I-." Rebecca paused when she saw Fiona enter the room. She furrowed her brow confusingly and flashed a glance at Zita. Fiona had walked in with a smile which soon turned to a frown when she saw Rebecca.

Hold it. After hours of pointless shopping we sit down at some private rooftop place for lunch that’s reserved only for us. My throat tastes like acid and my hands are cold. Vivienne orders seared Chilean sea bass with champagne beurre blanc. Bianca orders Wagyu steak with truffle butter and some ridiculous French side I don’t catch the name of. I order… nothing. Vivienne finally looks at me. “Are you alright, Camilla?” I nod. “Fine.” Her stare sharpens. “You’ve barely spoken.”

"Wow, Bee, I haven't seen you in a long time and gosh, you look wonderful!" Bea forced out a laugh, her eyes shifting from Kirk to Satanika, and she was relieved when Kirk only looked confused. "This is...?" "I'm Fatima," Fatima introduces herself to her target and offers her dainty hand to him. "It's nice to meet you, Kirk. I'm Bea's childhood friend." The sparks in her eyes, the beautiful and seductive smile on her lips and even the way she tilted her head to the side. They were all practiced and Fatima long perfected the way she should smile and appear to a man.

This woman was short and round. She looked at us over wire-rimmed glasses, her scent a comforting rye bread smell. She smiled a weary smile but it made her look kind. "Are you from Social Scene?" "Yes. I'm Elena Laurentia and this is my friend, Cathy David. Our photographer is going to meet us here." "Is that her?" Ms. Beale said, squinting over our heads. I looked around to see Matilda hurrying through traffic toward us. She waved and I waved back. Her camera bag was slung around her torso.

She looked tense now, shoulders slightly stiff beneath her uniform while her eyes remained lowered toward the desk. Something about her reaction unsettled him more than Phoebe’s words. Phoebe noticed the direction of his gaze immediately. “You should introduce us properly,” she said. Kael looked amused despite himself. “Elena, this is Phoebe Vale, future Saintess and professional creator of uncomfortable conversations.” He glanced toward Phoebe afterward. “Phoebe, this is Elena Hayes.” Elena managed a small nod. “It is nice to meet you.” Phoebe held her gaze carefully before returning the nod. “Likewise.”

And one more thing, she also wanted to take the girl for a walk. Bea has only been working with Helios for a month. She is still young—twenty-two years old, and came from a province. Because of poverty, Bea went to the city and took chances applying for jobs. Bea was patient and kind while with her daughter—a hardworking girl who she thinks can be trusted.

Leo said. “I know you will refuse to take anything from me but it is fine. Beatrice do you care,” she offered it to her. “No madam I am alright thank you,” Beatrice declined. “I wasn’t expecting anything less…" “you can give it to me,” Layla said just to draw her attention back to her, why was Fey refusing to talk to her?

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.