Beatrix Lebeau Novels & Stories

I knew I did. I was drunk, and I slept with a stranger who happened to be King Gabriel LaBête, the Beast King, the man who women feared and wanted all at once. It was a mistake, that was all, so why did my chest feel like it was on fire? Tears ran down my face. I'd deliberated it for so long, and I told myself if ever the conversation of that night was to come up, I'd know what to say. And sitting there with him, saying those words hurt me more than it should have. But why? It wasn't like I had feelings for him. I've only been in the palace for fourteen days, and I don't even know him. Why then was I crying?

I asked, genuinely confused “I mean, the Pack's Alpha and Luna going into enemy territory? Won’t that anger the council of elders? Is Wayne really going to be able to handle all of this alone…?” “He’s coming too.” Elowyn said, shocking me even more “While we were waiting for you two… To get ready, Wayne was talking to Beau… I mean, with Louis, and he brought something in his luggage that caught Wayne’s attention. He smelled that scent again. His mate’s scent. Before, he thought it was some kind of illusion or deception, but not anymore. The scent was fresher this time. Louis said he borrowed the scarf from a girl named Jean, who lives among the Silverhearts. Now he wants to go there and find

“Joseph, what are you planning? What do you mean by having your lawyer say those things to me? Do you think fake medical records and a fake death certificate will make me feel sorry for you? I’m telling you, the more you do this, the more I despise you. Where are you? Get back here right now.” I expected her reaction. I lowered my gaze and spoke calmly. “They aren’t fake. The medical record is real, and my mother died for real. She died at home because she had no miracle drug for a month, and I didn’t even see her before she passed. I have advanced leukemia, and the hospital that diagnosed me is in the city center. If you don’t believe me, you can send someone to check. My only request now i

And she would never leave this god's forgotten place. We reach the main crossroad and as always, I turn left and Keenan goes right. He gives me a soft smile and ruffles my hair playfully, then heads to the butcher to sell the deer's antlers and skin to get some money. I, on the other hand, go straight home.

What will. "I see the queen is all ready!" I spun in the direction of the door to that sarcastic tone, and my mouth hangs agape at the beauty standing behind the closed door. Well, this one looks like a model goddess straight from the sky. "Sorry, you are?" I ask. "Terris! The Don's favourite! So don't get too comfortable thinking that this fling he has on you will last for long!" Well, she is a pathetic bitch! Ajay's favourite? She can be his one and only for all that I care! IMAO!

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

Even after our make out session at The Point where we almost dry humped each other like 15 year olds on the table, I still couldn't think straight. It frustrates me to no end. I run my hands through my hair as my elbows meet the hard metal table outside on the restaurant patio. They will be here in a minute and I need to get my anger under control before they sense it. I see the moppy heads of Axel and Aaron as a cute redhead comes running at me first. Beatrix is Axel's agapitos. Her nickname is Bea though. She hates her full name. When they found each other they realized what they were and have never had the problems Stephanie and I do.

Including her ballerina. Brittany gave her cue, and the music operator played her song. Beethoven’s Allegreto in B-Flat Major. She began dancing and Catherine turned to her mother, who was looking even more impressed. She wanted to shake her head so bad, but she doesn’t want to seem rude. After Brittany’s performance, which was the very last audition for the day, Anita looked at her paper scribbled with her reviews over the girls. “Mom, you must remember, there are still auditions held tomorrow.”

“Excuse me, ma’am. Can we help you find something?” The woman was not surprised but she stopped staring at Christine. She flipped her hair graciously for it to fall on her back. Christine and I dropped our jaws because of her beauty. She looked at Christine and lend a hand again. “I’m Lauren Beatrice, president of BNB Modelling agency that is very well-known in the world.” Christine and I glanced at each other again. BNB Modelling aganecy, I think I’ve heard a lot about that and her name before.