Beau-fils 소설 & 이야기

It seemed as if time stopped. One beat. Two beats. Three beats. And the referee dropped the puck.

Beau leans over and whispers deadly words into my ear. “You will wish you had listened to me and didn’t wear this dress by the time I am done with you tonight, Cher.” He nibbles my ear before taking his mouth away. A cold shiver runs down my spine as his words sink in. He called me ‘Cher.’ Beau is from Texas, but his mother is Cajun French, so he learned the term from her and used to call me that when we were together. But he hasn’t’ called me that once since walking back into my life. Why did he suddenly use it tonight?

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

“Arms out, dear.” I obeyed silently. Mara began wrapping her measuring tape around my waist, my arms, my shoulders, while Bastien carefully scribbled each number into a little book. Watching them work together so seamlessly—speaking in quiet murmurs, sharing small smiles—reminded me so painfully of Mama and Papa that my throat tightened. Mara must have already been past her childbearing years when the sickness claimed the female Scions. She had lived long enough to grow old beside her husband. To build a life. A home. A future.

Even a blind person could see it. I picked up the bottle and read the name, “Aristide. Your name is Aristide?” “Well, my name is Danielle Leonie Aristide. We named our son Leone, so Aristide is for the wine because he promised me he would name a wine after me.” “You deserved it, beautiful,” Terzo told his wife. “Aw.” Piper giggled. “He’s so sweet.”

Beverly slipped her arm through my arm and wrapped it around my hips. "As usual." I smirked and she looked up at me. Thank God, our backs are the ones that are facing grandma. "I want it too.. can you make it more for me?" Bev smiled. "Yeah sure." I said and she kissed my cheek. "He's the sweetest, isn't he?" Grandma asked her. "The best." Bev turned to her and smiled. She turned to me again and looked at me start to cook. The bacon and the sausages.

They say that moment the raging storm stopped, only the snow was falling from the heavy clouds. My parents named me Eira that night twenty years ago. ** 12 hours previous the evens in 'The Forest' I am standing with my older brother Keenan in the quiet, already green forest, a bow in my hand, daggers on my hips. Gentle breeze blows a few dark brown hair strands off my face. I should make a better job braiding them. Keenan crouches and inspects footprints left by a deer. ''It's close'', he whispers and we slowly turn and go west.

The Beast turned around, and Rosabella looked over her right shoulder as Fred stated. "Master, you asked me to find Paige's first husband and if he is alive or not. Well, he is alive, and he is here because after I told him what was going on with his first wife, he asked me to bring him here, and he wants to meet his first wife's second husband and daughter (Rosabella and Luke knew that Paige refuses to tell them). Is it all right with you three that I bring him in?" The Beast looked at Rosabella, and she replied. "Of course, you can, but on one condition. That he doesn't harm my father at all because he is still recovering from what happened to him." The Beast looked at Fred, and a voice sp

Who wears white to a mechanic’s garage? Beau was... eccentric. Bright blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and features so soft they looked like they’d been sculpted. I’d thought “Beau” was a nickname at first, but he told me his French grandmother had named him. It was fitting. It meant handsome, and Beau was definitely that. “Silas…” he said, his voice smooth and slightly teasing. He gestured toward his own forehead. “You’ve got something... right there. What’s that?”