Bea La Fea Novels & Stories

she said. "You do smell like a little like raspberries and vanilla though with coconut, that means your wolf is out" her eyes twinkled as she smiled at me. "Wow, it's fascinating how you can smell if one is a vampire or whichever. Yes, my wolf is out but Uncle D said maybe I'll shift sooner than expected. My Wolf name is Tara and she's excited to meet you" I smiled. "That's amazing" she squealed. I laughed at her antics and shook my head. A lot of things to learn, Unexpectedly she hugged me.

Jessi screamed on top of her voice ,she released from the hug and inspected Bea from head to her toes,she was glowing and healthy ,she hugged Beauty in tears,who also got emotional. Bae is nothing like she was before,she got this confidence that even I can't beat,I cam feel it already ,from her dressing which flattered her expensive curves and small waist to her make up and elegant way of talking now,Jessi was even teased by her,suddenly I want to have some fat and be identical with this thick Beauty,I never thought I would love to add a little fat one day. She looked towards me and our eyes met,I smiled in tears and went to her.

Before she had plastic surgery, she had an unpleasant nickname: "Monster Baek." But everything has changed, she has become a very beautiful girl. With her new face and the compliments she received, she felt very superior. However, she never admitted that she had had plastic surgery. That's how she changed. She always thinks that she has to be "the queen bee." She has to be the prettiest girl whenever she is, and she likes to make other girls feel insecure about themselves. She really likes to see other people cry because they can't be as beautiful or good as she is. In fact, all the photos she uploads on social media always show false and ridiculous Aegyo. However, when someone comments that

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

~Faye I can’t explain why, but hearing that hit me right in the chest. Tayten is plain beautiful. She has the same natural, foreign beauty T has, that has intrigued me the entire time he has been here. When I look at this stranger in front of me, I see her and T being perfect for each other, possibly even being mates. The thought of that, no matter how much I dispute it, has gotten under my skin, and now I can’t ignore it.

So much for being good by judging people how they looks like. Jae was driving while Hazel sat in front of the passenger seat. Couldn't help but stretch out her hands to touch the real leather interior of the car. She look at the beautiful dashboard and wondered how would you explain this to her mother. She rode a Ebike out and returned with a new BMW car Worth of two million dollars when she came back. "You're no ordinary person right?" No matter how naive she was, mo person would recklessly buy a car worth of million dollars just he want to, right?

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

But the thought of more Scions, more eyes, more scrutiny made my stomach twist uneasily. “Of course, Your Highness,” Bastien said warmly. Then he turned toward the doorway behind him and called, “Mara, dear, could you give me a hand?” Not long after, another figure emerged from the back room. She was elderly too, though she carried herself with an easy grace that made her seem far younger than her years. Her dark hair had faded mostly to gray, gathered neatly at the back of her head, and her warm brown eyes softened the moment they landed on us.