Beatrix Lebeau Novels & Stories

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

“That’s nothing. Enjoy the party, but I’d like you to keep an eye on Brianna so that Nathalie isn’t the only one looking at my granddaughter. There are a lot of people there.” “Yes, Madame!” Donna replied warmly. “I’ll keep a close eye on Brianna. “Thank you. Alright, I’m really going now,” Mrs. Beatrice said, as she took her leave of us. Everyone fell silent as Madame Beatrice stepped out here in the sitting room, the surrounding area became noisy again. The makeup artist instinctively touched her chest. “It’s really true then, Madame Beatrice Watson’s aura is sophisticated, yet intimidating.” “That’s right,” the hairstylist chimed in. “I thought she was going to eat me alive with that star

Graciana told her that doctors like Leah, who specialized in strange and complicated illnesses, would only be interested if she could make Demarion's illness sound different. As expected. After Eliza finished speaking, Leah faintly raised her eyebrows and put away her sunglasses. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and wrote down her number. Eliza was overjoyed and quickly reached out to receive it. However, she didn't expect that Leah would actually surpass her and fold the note with her contact information and put it into Beau's shirt pocket gracefully. She gave Beau a charming look and said in a sweet voice, "I'm not free today. You can contact me at any time tomorrow."

“Would you happen to know about a Beatrix, Calida, or a Silas? I believe that Calida and Silas are dark Fae and Beatrix is a spell caster.” Cerberus goes quiet, and the look on his face leads me to believe that he knows at least one of the individuals I mentioned. “Beatrix is a very talented spell caster whose coven creates the foresight fog. She’s very powerful and knows a lot of the weaknesses within each supernatural species. She used to work for Lysander’s parents until she was banished from the palace for trying to slip the Queen a potion to leave her baren so the crown would have to pass to Beatrix’s family.”

I answered, 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 Denverux,” I said, calmly. “Wow,” “Your mother is a legend!,” “That is cool,” Liora laughs, softly. “Now I remember, where I saw you at,” “Your stepsister is Camille, she is an influencer and painter too. I think I have seen you with Victor Kane,” Beau said, Liora stiffened.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.