Beatrix R34 Novels & Stories

POV: Ryuu My eyes stayed locked on Beatrice as she moved through the room, her presence commanding attention in a way that felt almost defiant. She carried herself with a confidence that was equal parts captivating and infuriating, her chin held high, her gaze steady, and her lips curved into a smile that hinted at secrets only she knew. Watching her maneuver through a room full of Morunagas—each more venomous than the last—was like watching someone walk a tightrope over a pit of snakes. And she made it look effortless.

miss Lorelei asked in a nervous voice, seems like she was under pressure. "Oh!" Beatrix's lips circled around in shock "I'll be there in a minute" Beatrix said hanging up immediately. She sighed deeply, praying silently that everything goes well. Changing into her usual outfit for the club, she left her apartment and boarded a cab. ***** "I'm sorry I'm late" Beatrix apologized stepping into the dressing room where miss Lorelei was seated. "Thank goodness you're here" she said standing up. "Yeah, it's high time you get a replacement for me" Beatrix said taking her seat

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."

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

Not that I wouldn’t be tempted to do the same to her. At a red light, I slammed the brakes and grunted. No. Not even for her could I break my vow of never physically harming a woman. I glanced back at Natalia, softly snoring and drooling over my plush leather seat. Light graced her face, flashing on and off with the rhythm of the traffic signals. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. But I knew what a bitch she could be. The light turned green and I revved the engine, telling myself not to get tangled up in her looks or her lies. She’d no doubt tell me whatever it was she thought I wanted to hear to let her go.

he said. Calista was moving east toward the mountain territory,toward Ashmoor with the third item. "She's going to Caden Voss!" I said. Rowan looked at me from the wall. He shifted and lunched off the wall. The Red Claw Alpha wolf landing on the outer road and driving east at a pace. I watched him go. Calista pulled her horse to a stop and looked back and her eyes found me from a distance. She held up the sealed document and the third item and she gave me an evil smile.

“The next is the same idea, except it’s eggshell white and the feathers aren’t trimmed, so they plume on top. And the last one is an earth-brown color with the features glued in a radial design, so that the plume fans over your eyebrows, temples, and cheeks.” “What do you think?” Mira asked Nate . “Which should I wear?” “I think we should take all of them,” he said. “The black one is good for everyday. The white would look nice if you were wearing a cocktail dress. And the brown is a good option if you feel like switching it

🖤🩸“I have always wondered what my destiny was. This vampiric witcher believes it’s to bear his pup, and to drink from me.” – Frida King🩸🖤 …. “Now listen ladies,” Maria the fox woman said. “This is the third phase of the Games. With just 9 of you left, the chances of winning are slim,” “The Masters have met you, but the Game result proves your suitability,” she continued, crossing her legs as she sat on the grass. “Knowing this, please rise,” she said.

Maybe boxing or karate. Alex's cry of “Ryan wait!" cut through my chest like a hot knife. He was seeing someone else? He was seeing someone else?!! I took the stairs slowly, not wanting the boy to suspect being followed. I came out of the building in time to see him latch his helmet while sitting astride a motorcycle. The perp owned a Harley. Brand New by the looks of it. They didn't come cheap. And neither did the watch on his left hand. Handsome, athletic and rich.

The water turns brown and then pink underneath me. Don't look at the blood, don't look at the blood... Red, there is a pool of red underneath me, blood spilling from his fresh wound... Not fresh. Not his. Mine, it is only my blood. My head spins, the floor sways. Not being able to stand in the stall anymore, I rip disgusting wet clothes off of me, grab the towel and dry myself as fast as I can. Breathe, Eira.