Beatrix Lebeau Novels & Stories

What the hell was Le Beau? Declan smiled easily as he relaxed back in his chair. He slung an arm across the back of hers casually as he answered Jennifer. “That’s correct. It’s my first casino though, not my first resort.” “Where’s Le Beau?” Courtney asked and Chloe was glad there was someone else in the group who had never heard of the place. “It’s a small island in the Balearic Sea,” Declan replied, “off the south coast of France.” “You have a casino on a French island?” Lia asked, leaning forward.

“Jennifer is going to love this!” Cheers Beatrix excitedly from the passenger seat. I glance over, my mind once again trying to reconcile that while I am looking at the body of Jennifer, it’s not Jennifer in control. The main thing driving that fact home is the glowing aquamarine eyes looking out the windshield. The other is the mannerisms. Beatrix is exuberant and uses a lot of big gestures, whereas Jennifer is more delicate and demure, except for when she’s excited.

Liora turned to me with a smile. “Oh, you are a collector?” Beau asked her. “No, a painter,” she answered. “Wow, that is cool.” “Her mother is Morina Devereux,” I said calmly. “Wow.” “Your mother is a legend!” “That is cool.” Liora laughed softly. “Now I remember where I saw you.” “Your stepsister is Camille. She is an influencer and painter too. I think I have seen you with Victor Kane,” Beau said. Liora stiffened. I wanted to stop Beau because I heard Liora say softly, “We were dating.”

At the table, the first to greet me was Victor Lang, a real estate mogul who practically owned half of upper Manhattan and the hearts of three ex-wives. “Rowan,” he grinned. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight. Business never sleeps, huh?” “Neither do I,” I said smoothly. Standing next to him was Arianna DuVall, CEO of DuVall Diamonds, wearing half her product line on her neck. She had a cunning mind and a tongue sharper than any blade. “And who’s this gorgeous young lady?” she asked, turning to Elena with a polished smile. “My assistant,” I replied flatly, taking a sip from my glass.

It read boldly on his screen. What? My eyebrows furrowed, “Do you see it, Sir?” John asked, staring at me. I just grabbed his phone from his hold, my documents laying useless on my desk. “Serena Beckett, wife of media mogul Eliot Beckett, starts her debut in grand style. With a 6-piece collection titled Phoenix Rising at the Nouveau Community Runway, she emerges a top 10 spot among all 25 emerging designers. Congratulations to her!” What?? “What the fuck is this?” I spat audibly, features scowling now as I scrolled down the blog page. Seeing more of that news. “What- how did you see this, John?”

before continuing my descent. I'm about to enter the practice area. My hair, which I had just let go behind my back, is now being blown through by a burst of wind. The women who were exercising on the grounds all of a sudden stopped moving and focused their gazes on me like a magnet. Their lips were open, and I could see that their eyes had expanded. However, none made a sound, and I was approached by a woman. "Your Majesty. I'm Beatrix, leader of the Female Warriors." She says, while bowing, "It's a privilege to train with you."

Lebbeus taunted while narrowing her eyes at the little girl that was nearly impossible to intimidate. Lebbeus regretted the first time he had interacted with this little Oracle. She had been plucking flowers from his yard and Lebbeus had threatened to stop her heart if she came even a hundred-meter radius of his house again but instead of being afraid, the little girl had given him her toothless smile telling him sweetly that she had always wanted to be a cold-hearted Oracle when she grew up. And if he stopped her heart it would be a tremendous help to achieve her goals. From that moment Lebbeus had wished he had kept his mouth shut and let her have as many flowers from his yard as she wante

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.

Prim and proper. See? Why did everything have to be so hard with that girl? “Mr Bayes, the food for the girls is ready.” Ma Jules breathed, a faint smile on her coffee-coloured face as she watched me pace about the room. Ma Jules, with her dark mocking eyes and the light sneer on her twig-thin lips, had been my chief handmaiden for the past century. She would tell you if you’d asked- although I hardly recommend asking a wry, old witch the day she was born if you weren’t willing to lose a few years off yours- that she was all but sixty years old when in fact, she was closer to six hundred.