Beatrix Lebeau Novels & Stories

I ask the driver to take me to Beatrix house, where I am picking her up, and I keep calling the girls to meet us at our usual bar. Once we arrive at the bar, we join two of our friends; she walks side by side with me, and I can see all eyes on us. Beatrix has long platinum blonde hair cascading down her back, and she always wears really short and tight dresses exposing her body to everyone that would like to watch.

Our waitress comes to our table in a short amount of time, placing two glasses of water on our table and handing us two menus. We order cheese sticks for appetizers, and I order Chateau Lafite 1787 for drinks which is vintage Red wine, one of my favorites, and we also order Lasagna and chicken marsala for our main course and chocolate covered cheesecake for dessert, at least she did. We eat and talk about the simplest of things. I tell her that I'm the owner of the St. Black Worldwide Steel Industry and a few small businesses like clubs, restaurants, and more, which essentially made me a millionaire. We talk about my younger sister, Marsha, who just like Lesha is taking a year break from sc

His daughter walks up behind him and I don’t know what I was expecting from Beatrix Black, but it’s not what I saw. Her hair is black and is in a high ponytail, she wears a studded head band, her outfit is simple, a black graphic tee with a popular band on the front along with a pair of jeans. She doesn’t look like she cares about impressing anyone and she doesn’t look ready to lead a pack.

I ask. “You know how she feels about idle hands,” Bea says cheerfully. “And Daddy isn’t back from his hunt yet, so there’s not much to do until he brings in a fresh kill.” “Well,” I say, standing, “now’s as good a time as any for introductions.” I gesture around the table. “This is Bea. Her mother runs the kitchens, her father is our head hunter, and Bea is our butcher. You already know Tessa. This is Alpha Xavier, and chieftains Riven, Silas, Jeb, Damon, and Thorne.”

“How can a mere human do something like that?” “I may not be able to do it, but surely, someone ‘can’ do it for me.” I retorted in a serious way. “And who would?” She scoffed at me. “Who do you think would dare go against me for you, Schuyler?” Attorney Tim turned around to face me, “Don't provoke her, Schuyler!” He whispered sharply. “Beatrix had trained alongside the Lycan Lords! She can kill you when she wants to!”

I laughed with Willa, “I know right? My father was a very cruel man and I have seen enough violence in my lifetime. My son is trying to do things differently by setting up a justice system. Don’t get me wrong, I will kill or use violence if necessary. But I don’t enjoy it and I would rather find another way.” Willa handed me a book, “if that’s the case, all you need is this and a warning. Beatrix might not have succeeded in killing Elias, but she won’t stop trying to make sure the witches destroy werewolves or at least decrease their numbers.” She rolled her sleeve off to reveal a burn mark in the form of hand. “Hardly anyone knows this about Beatrix, but she is an elemental witch and can u

But when he was with Otiz, Ruby automatically remembered everything. "AJ, do you like Beast?" Ruby asked. "Yes, Beast is very kind. Just like you said, Beast helps and takes me on walks." Ed's admiration for AJ was unwavering. "Do you hate him?" AJ suddenly asked. "What? No… I don't hate him." Ruby shook her head quickly. "Good. I don't want you to hate him." AJ was satisfied with Ruby's answer, then approached the balcony railing. "BEAST!" AJ called out to Ed and waved.

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

"Don't lie to me, Lexie Lewis. I've watched you act for years, remember? I know exactly what you look like when you're playing a part, and right now, you look completely heartbroken." She tilted her head, her gaze locked onto mine with that same intense, captivating fascination from our youth. "I've been watching your rise to fame from afar, Lexie. I saw the news about your independent studio, and honestly... I've spent every single day of the past few years wishing I had been brave enough to make you stay before the industry swallowed you whole." Beatriz’s voice dropped to a soft, dangerous whisper, her thumb lightly tracing the back of my hand. "Now that I've found you again... I don't thi

Landing gracefully, she conjured a small flame in her hand, a manifestation of her witch heritage. Marcus watched from a distance, his eyes never leaving her. He admired her determination and the raw power she possessed, but he couldn't shake his concern. Bexley's information had been invaluable, yet Marcus still harbored doubts about her true intentions. He had placed his own scouts to observe her, hoping to uncover any signs of treachery. For now, though, Bexley had been nothing but cooperative, and Zyra seemed to trust her implicitly.