Beast Bendy Fanart Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

I bet if he had known before that he would be babysitting the boss's son, he wouldn't have joined. But I had already called Aris before, who is waiting for me in a nearby square, so obviously I'm not going home with Lestari. "Hey, Luk!" I turn around, only to find Haris coming towards me, running. The boy is a one-of-a-kind beauty, his wavy, blond hair swinging in the seeing and even that ridiculous uniform looks good on him. "Haris. What's up?" "Me and the guys are going for a walk around, you up for it?"

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

“And you still don’t know why?” I shook my head. “No. I don’t even know if it’s me or if it’s them—or the bond itself. I just know it’s not normal. And the Moon won’t answer.” Silence followed that, the kind that settles like fog—thick and uncomfortable. Then Ven exhaled. “Shit. I take it back. I am glad I asked. That’s messed up, Bane.” “You don’t say.” The carriage bounced over a rut in the trail, jostling us. Caelan pulled the reins gently, guiding the horse around a bend where a portion of the fence had collapsed under a fallen tree.

She looked expectantly at each of her friends, especially Kendra. Lance rolled his eyes. "As long as it means you're over DeAngelo then I'm pleased as punch. Besides…he's got a damn nice body." "Hell yeah…" Kendra said. "He is…scary looking with the scars, and I'm not sure what was up with the lump on his head, but it's obvious that he's a really nice guy."

“Then choose someone else. Find an omega to spread for you. I will not be your beast’s mate.” The words hit like iron, but I only leaned down again, letting my breath scorch his lips. “The beast won’t take anyone now,” I said. “It wants only you.” I pressed once more—hard—drawing a sound he could not swallow. “Soon, Aurelian, neither will you.” ———

They were made of thick, dark charcoal fur, with cartoonish gold-colored eyes and these tiny, stitched-in permanent frowns that made them look miserable. They looked exactly like Kaelen whenever he was sitting on his black chair listening to council complaints. It was funny. The moody, mean tilt of the eyebrows, the defensive fluffiness—it was a literal toy copy of the Alpha King's normal face. "It's him," Rhea wheezed, covering her mouth as she started laughing so hard her shoulders shook. "Elara, I swear to the Moon Goddess, that toy is currently judging my entire life choice. It looks exactly like the King when he's about to threaten someone."