Romans & histoires Beau-fils

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?

’s dad looked at him and said, “I bet you don’t even know the girl’s last name or even remember what she looks like.” Beau said, “She looked to be about 19 years old and had beautiful long brown hair and these crystal blue eyes that would put any woman to shame. She was stunning and was on her way to an interview at Straw’s Cafe. Oh and her last name is Kelp.” Beau’s dad sighed and said, “How did you even meet this girl that you seem to know so much about?” Beau sat down in his seat and said, “She wasn’t looking where she was going and I almost hit her. So to make it up to her I drove her to her job interview and I have to tell you I would rather marry her than anyone you have for me.” Beau’

Yeah, so Beau is Kai’s older brother, like by two years older. He’s also bigger than Kai, about 6.8’ or so, he’s built more muscular than Kai and his black hair is just a bit longer than his younger brother’s, all in all, he was born for leadership I guess, but it just so happens that he would become Kai’s Beta once Kai became my mate.

Hers sounded clipped and fake, a way to mask the pain she was feeling. Mr. Beau's blue eyes slid to his wife, the mirth in them disappeared when she looked at him and Mrs Beau swallowed hard. I tightened my hand around my fork. I wanted to intervene for Mrs Beau, to tell her asshole of a husband to stop intimidating her with his glare, but he quickly returned his focus to Genevieve as if his own wife was of no importance at all. “It was the south of France.” He began in a dramatic voice that made me roll my eyes. “The waves were merciless that day.”

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

"Of course you wouldn't have. It's not safe out there Emma. We talked about this." "I was careful." "Even people who were careful eventually died to it." "It? You mean the beast?" "Yes." "But nothing happened. I'm fine." "That's not good enough. What if it did attacked? You wouldn't know if you were in trouble until it was already too late." "Dad. What is this beast? Why are you so afraid of it?" "I'm afraid to see my daughter killed by its vicious claws over some little boy she just met. Especially when she's suppose to stay away from them."

Still, it helps him to try to think things through, so no one tries to stop him. “I think he’s going to kill us as soon as we enter the parking garage,” Beau says. After a drink of his beer, he corrects, “No, wait. What am I thinking? Of course he’ll wait until we get upstairs.” He waves his drink toward me. “My father, you see, has a flair for the dramatic.” I can see then, where Beau gets it from. I am grateful that their drama manifests in different ways. Beau likes his big gestures and his flashier clothes. His father leans in a more murder-y direction.

There’re several deep scars on his forehead, making him looked more severe and intimidate. His daughter who followed behind in a slower pace kept her head down, staring at her feet as if being preoccupied with something on the ground. She looked feeble and delicate, with a beautiful face but moody countenance. She took someone’s arm tightly as if being likely to falling down without the support. And the one walking on her right side that she leant towards, to my astonishment, was Xavier Murphy. Our eyes met shortly before I hastily bowed my head and greeted with the other servants.

“That’s right…feel me, mate.” “Feel what would soon be fucking the daylight out of you,” He stated, with a guttural moan at my hands on them. I cried out when he took my right nipple into his mouth, licking and fondling them. Intensely astonished that he pleasured the parts of me, this way. “P-Please,” I recalled gasping out, breathless, left with the feeling of need and wanting. “Soon, little Ava…I promise,” The Beast Caspian declared, in a throaty but gentle tone. He wanted me to be ready. King Caspian made it seem like I was precious to him, and wouldn’t want to see me hurt.

The same goes with Vincent. He was on the verge of losing control just by staring in her beautiful caramel eyes which were begging him to do more. His nostrils flared and he released a harsh breath. "come with me." Eva felt like protesting but she knew better to provoke his Beast when he was nothing from past days but look act a little nice with her. She gave in and followed behind him. They stopped right before the dolphins and Eva had erge to play with them, so she looked at her husband only to receive a nod of approval from him as an answer.