Beau Swan Novels & Stories

Honey is clearly caught off-guard as he looks at me with guilt, his right hand is still hugging my middle area. Yeah, I already know about your daughter an hour ago. "Can I follow you back to the city later? Nate wanna stay here with Paw Paw but I already promised Val I'd have dinner with her tonight." She pouts like a little kid for the fact she looks like she's twenty five years old or something. Especially with her set of clothes that screams money and fashionista at the same time. She looks like her mother, Scarlett Monroe. Except she has all the physical attributes as her dad's and grandmother's.

After collecting her keys, she disappeared downstairs to the basement and crossed the foyer into the health spa. In the reception area, she stopped by the large window and gazed at the expanse of blue on the other side. In the pool, two heads bobbed up and down. Mr. and Mrs. Eric Beamish swimming laps. She’d met them the day she moved in and they’d been most helpful telling her about life at Belle Vue and all the other residents. Eric was plowing up the water as he swam, followed about thirty feet behind by his wife who, in goggles and a swim cap, struggled with the dog paddle.

Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary wolves needed to call him with, he still did his part to respect the hierarchy set before them. "Kane," Zane said, his voice low. Baritone male, deep and heavily British accented voice, a voice that was the vocalization of smooth silk. "Yes, brother. I have news." "Speak." Zane said, then threw his cloak back on. "Well, tonight is a full moon." "Much like any other?" Zane asked, turning fully to Kane. His blood red eyes thinned a little. "No, brother. Your wolf will be taken tonight." Kane said, his voice small, as if he hated to break it to Zane.

After dinner, I joined Thomas on the back porch as our parents talked in the living room. "What happened to you at the lake? You suddenly disappeared." "Oh. I just decided to take a walk home." "By yourself?" "I just wanted some alone time." "Well I'm glad you're okay." "I actually want to talk to you about something." "What is it?" "I know that there is something..strange going on." "What do you mean?" "I'm talking about the beast." Thomas's expression turned serious. "Oh. That." "What is it?" "Things have changed since you left."

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

he exclaimed, loudly pointing at Adia with a wide smile on his face. "She looks just like your ex, Aisling, for a split second I thought it was her, but how do they look so alike, I think this is the heavens giving you a second chance, so sad she's going to d…" Beau choked on his own words, seeing he's been speaking too much, he might have said what he was not supposed to say, the glare from Sebastian alone was enough to shut him off, even choke him, but why does Adia look so much like Aisling. " Where are my manners? Let me make a formal introduction. I'm Beau Gérald…the godfather of our soon to be born twins ." He introduced himself, stretching his hand towards Adia for a handshake,

As Max had phrased it, ‘You could fuck a tree, and as long as you are a good person, I would accept you. I’m currently sitting by the lake; this has become my paradise. We have been blessed with a small flock of swans who have decided to make a stop on their way south for the winter. They are truly majestic creatures and appear unfazed by the presence of wolves. Their pure white feathers glisten when wet, and they own the water.

"From this moment on, no one will ever hurt you again. St. Aurevin Medical Center in Brissane is the world's leading institute for sports injury recovery. They've agreed to take you, and they'll spare no expense to restore your body." "And this." He drew out a thick folder. "Your appointment contract as principal choreographer and associate artistic director of Arcadia Ballet. From today on, you'll never live under anyone's shadow." Caelan rose to his full height, his voice echoing through the hospital room. "She is Arcadia Ballet's Swan Queen, not dust for any of you to trample." Swan Queen. The words struck my heart like a clap of thunder. Lucian's face shifted from pale to livid, then bac

The clouds part further, and a beam of pure silver light falls directly on the swan. And she changes again. The white of her feathers begins to blush. A soft, delicate pink spreads across her wings, her body, her neck. It deepens, becoming richer, more vibrant. She glows in the moonlight, a creature of impossible, breathtaking beauty. A pink swan. I gasp. The sound is torn from my throat. Raymond's hand clamps down on my shoulder. "Alec. Alec! Is that..." "A Royal," I breathe. "The Rosethorn line. They said they were all lost. At the Lake of Tears. But she's..."