Beau-fils Novels & Stories

Pawell said "Aw, we are the same, my dad said the same thing" I said to him with a surprised look "How about you Beau?" Pawell ask "Ahm, weowntheschool" Beau said so fast that we can't understand it. "What? can you speak normally?" I said to him "I said, we own the school, well my grandparents though" Beau shyly said to us. "Wow! I didn't know that we are connected to each other" Pawell said looking amused

"Not to mention that Beau is from Krine, and you grew up abroad! If you are brothers, why didn't you say it before? Don't you find it ridiculous to make up such an excuse at this time?" Julian felt that there might be something wrong with the minds of these fans. Why would he make such a lie? Although Beau's surname was Qin, that was because he had been raised in the Valentine family since he was a child. Beau was indeed his cousin! He was also the future master of the Benton family! "What's more, our car didn't even touch your car. Show us the evidence that we tried to stop your car? You're asking for the legal rights. Do you think the court is owned by your family?"

“And the other?” Penny gave an inscrutable smile. “I’m very proud of myself for digging up this one. Of course, the way the library search system works, it can be hard to find something that doesn’t have the most obvious words in the title or abstract. This one is called, The Devil’s Disciples: The Rise and Fall of the de Montalt Family.” She beamed, but it took a few seconds for the significance to register. “They owned the original Belle Vue estate,” he said.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

“No Jack, I took a quick picture, to show Angel that under the crisp suit, is a man who is just like the rest of us, but sexier.” “Oooh really let me see. I love ogling sexy men whenever I get a chance.” I roll my eyes at Jack as Anya produces a sleek looking grey card from her pocket. She passes it to me, and I stare at it as though it might attack me. Grant Cerulean; is the name on the card, and I can see his number written below. But I am distracted by Jack, as he groans while looking at Anya’s phone. “Oh, that is not fair Annie, why would such a specimen exist and not be available for me to enjoy.”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

My heart raced as I bit my lips, shrinking myself lower, I slipped, moving away from him as I turned to face him, he had a look of indifference, staring at me as if weighing the punishment suitable for me. “Merde!” Beau muttered a French curse word and kicked the machine. “It took my money and stopped working.” She hissed and turned, seeing Cassius, she jittered making me almost laugh, forgetting the intensity of the moment. “Uhm, Hi. I’m Beau, I assume you’re Anne’s boyfriend?” She commented, stretching her hand for a shake. I stood, watching them awkwardly as I tried to hold my laugh while avoiding Cassius’ eyes. He accepted her hand shake, giving her what I recognized to be a forced smile

Gosh! "What's wrong with you, Beau?" Commander Apollo was wondering what I was doing. "It's Orenciana. Call me Orenciana. Why are we on a first-name basis? Isn't that forbidden? It's in the rule book." "I'm the only one who will call you Beau." He cleared his throat."By the way, I like your name. It's like the word beauty..you're my beautiful disaster" he said with a grin. Flirt!

I would never - never ,' she repeated for emphasis, 'wish to be impertinent or to give you offence. 'You would not?' Some of the coldness melted a little. 'Betty uses my name. She is after all my belle-fille . . .' Belle-fille? Amy racked her brains, trying to remember what it meant. Fille on its own meant daughter, which Betty clearly wasn't. Stepdaughter perhaps? Had Betty's father taken this beautiful Malian woman as his second wife? Was that why such an exotic creature was here in the household of Harold Clark, Heating Engineer? That would certainly explain why Paul called her Grand'mere . . .