Beatrix Lebeau Novels & Stories

(Alexandra) “I SEE an incredibly gorgeous man and you see an enemy. We are seeing things differently, dear.” I frowned as I glanced at Beatrix, my cousin, my best friend, and my assistant all rolled into one. She was on the left side of the hall, a few tables away from me. She raised her wineglass when our eyes met. Beatrix showed up as Kenji’s partner for tonight and no one doubted her because she was a famous model in the country. She also had an established background and was also known for supporting charities.

Karl was so hell-bent on stopping this party but when Roxy stomped on his leg glared him down and threatened to knee him in his family jewels, he stopped whining and let them have their party. Beatrix is wearing a flared-sleeved white crop top which shows her belly button and some tiny shorts that highlight her body so much that Every guy in the room seems to not take their eyes off of her. “ You look like a literal goddess, Bea!” Roxy complimented them as they sat on the couch with their respective drinks in their hands. Daria is with some girls her age talking and laughing, Beatrix and Roxy's eyes are on her as they want Daria to be comfortable and not in any trouble.

So far looked good. Backstage was as busy as a beehive with professional hairstylists and makeup artists scrambling from left to right. Eloïse whose curiosity peeked, sneaked out of the fuss for a little spy stroll. She leaped with joy when, during her scan, Leonard LeBeau an executive from one of the renowned department boutiques in New York came in sight. He had the front row together with his associates. Her eyes scanned again from behind the curtains and she could see some of her favorite stylists. She mentally noted to have their autographs immediately after the show.

Alita had done her research and picked a handful if colors and decorations Beatrix would like from her public appearances. Beatrix entered the room after Alita ushered her in. Her eyes darted around and she pushed her lips forward pointing at things here and there and making mental notes. A smile crept on her face as she turned to Alita. "This is perfect," she raised her brows and sighed. "Like mother like daughter. You girls have a gift with styling, but I got to say, you more than her. This is more than I expected," she nodded. "I am glad you like it," Alita heaved, feeling a weight lift off her chest. "I would have disappeared instantly if you didn't," she muttered as she held her hands i

Beatrix didn't understand her words. When Lynn found Beatrix confused she patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t stress your brain that it can't take. Let me get ready and then we will leave together.” “What about him?” Beatrix pointed at Zade and asked her. “I'm not returning here today. When he gets his consciousness back he can go back to his home himself. And don't worry, I will tell Beta Killian to pick him up from here after getting my marriage certificate.” Beatrix nodded her head and Lynn went back to the closet to get ready for her marriage. She just wore a beautiful white lace tea-length bridal dress which was off-shoulder. She did a little makeup and curled her hair a little then pu

*Canaan* The feel of Bexley’s soft skin beneath my fingers has me wanting to forget about the rest of the world. I would love to pick her up, carry her back to my bedroom, and ravish her the way I’ve been dreaming of doing since the day we met. But I have another important task for her. I’m begging the Moon Goddess that she’ll be able to break the final portion of the curse and free my parents. “I don’t understand,” Bexley says. “I thought your parents passed away the night the witch showed up?”

he says, raising his shoulder slightly, his eyes gleaming with hope. “Yes,” I huff. “And maybe chocolate cake.” The sniffs. “The cake will be cut after the dances. But it’s not chocolate.” “What flavor is it?” I ask, already recoiling. “It’s a fruitcake.” I gag. “Disgusting.” “I know.” The orchestra swells, grabbing our attention, and before I can blink, Naomi’s gliding across the floor, pulling Zeke along, and he lets her. She sets her glass aside and—fuck me—he takes her hand.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Unware about the curious glances that she received from the audience, Isabella was busy in her own thoughts. Her classmate, Beatrix made her sudden appearence in front of her. Swaying her red hairs dramatically, she mocked showing her big toothy smile, " Look at our sweetest, Isabella Adams. She used to say that she doesn't want to mingle herself with boyfriend. But now she got a super rich husband. Wait, super rich old husband." Isabella paused between her task. Pulling her eyes up, she saw Beatrix holding a notepad in her hand. Caroline and Mia shared different departments. So she was the only one left in here.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.