Beau Swan Novels & Stories

Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—" Although I accused him of assaulting me, I couldn't stand the shameful feeling I was experiencing. Caleb lowered his affectionate gaze on me. I saw myself in the reflection of his eyes. He cooed, "Daphne, that's not it. Didn't you come to us to have some fun? Didn't you know this is where you and many girls… have fun?" My eyes widened in shock when I learned that the beauty salon wasn't just a salon; it was an entertainment establishment. That explained the number of studs I came across when I entered the place.

Layla did not look like a hummingbird though, not with the cute, ribbon-bound pigtails she’d put her hair in, and the black plunging neckline of her straight, open-back gown. I hesitated, wondering if I should say anything. Low profile Nola, low profile. I told myself until my messiah complex won out and I opened my big mouth again. “I think you look beautiful Layla,” I said quietly, and the corridor fell into silence as all the eyes turned to me. “If anything,” I continued in the silence because apparently, I enjoyed torturing myself. “I would say you look like a black swan, elegant Layla. Different.” I finished airily, looking pointedly at Sarah’s puff, blue princess gown and smiling back

I am afraid he won't hear it. "I need a few questions answered. Until I receive those answers, you must stay here. The oracle has already been summoned, so it should not be more than a few days," he replies, and my eyes bulge as he speaks about the mythical creature my teachers talked about during our story times. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," I whisper, and he growls softly.

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***

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.

He was about grab her arms but stopped hearing her next words. "I'm not Naomi .I'm Eva, Eva Madison her twin sister"

Saida's eyes stopped and her expression became very strange. "You are……" "Hello, Miss Sun, my name is Beau. If you surf the Internet frequently, you should know that I am the husband of the actress Eliza." Saida choked, of course she knew who Beau was. He was the tycoon who countless fans wanted to ride coattails for their own idol! He was a well-known figure in Krine, and his business has been expanded to all aspects of life. The company Saida works in now was a branch of the Valentine's Group!

I nodded but failed to pull away as I willed my heart rate to slow. "What was it, Sugar?" Beau asked gently, pulling back my thick hair caked to my bare shoulders. I kept my eyes closed when I spoke. "The music, dancing, the moon, there was something in the depths of the swamp calling to me, a light growing in my mind," my hand rubbed The place between my eyes and my forehead. Wyatt had tensed a hand gripping my hip as his arms remained wrapped around me.

As if he had summoned it, a gust of wind that had a lovely scent of lavender, intermingled with the soothing aroma of spearmint, blew into the room through the window, carrying with it flickering images of luminescent and translucent mint leaves. The wind and magical fake leaves then coalesced into a shimmering but pellucid spiritual familiar in the form of a swan. Because, of course, everything about Miss Banfey was beautiful and elegant. Including her spiritual familiar. I couldn’t even stop the awe-filled ‘wow’ that pushed past my lips. Enchanted, I watched closely as the swan gracefully floated in the air, moving closer to us. “Beautiful, Gee,” the swan spoke, but it wasn’t Miss Banfey’s

And Arthur… Arthur was still out there, a silent partner in the chaos, watching his scenario play out. I pulled out the phone from my pocket. It had no signal, just as Luther predicted. But it had a notes app. I typed the word, my fingers numb with cold. SWAN. Keila peered at it. “Like the bird?” “Like the bird,” I murmured. And then it clicked. Not a bird. A song. A children’s song. “Swanee River.” Too obvious. A ballet. “Swan Lake.” Swan Lake. The story of a princess turned into a swan. A curse. A deception. A prince who must choose the right swan to break the spell.