Beautiful Brute Novels & Stories

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. A wave of nausea washed over me. I had to do something, anything. My eyes darted around the room, desperate for a weapon. My gaze fell on a fallen wine bottle, the ruby liquid shimmering on the polished floor. Without a second thought, I snatched it up, the cool glass biting into my palm. With a wild throw of my arm, I launched the bottle at Luca's head. It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack.

My gaze flickered between him and the brute seated before me, I couldn't help but notice the contrast. Where the young man exuded a polished charm, the brute radiated a raw and untamed energy that was impossible to ignore. The stranger was attractive, yes, but in a way that felt almost too perfect. The brute on the other hand was rugged, his presence was overwhelming in a way that was enough to make one’s pulse quicken. The young man's lips curved into a polite smile as he approached me. I couldn't help but smile back at him. “Seriously?” Zoey scoffed loudly in annoyance. “Are you really addressing him as a brute?”

“Good, I want it to turn out beautifully.” With these words, he cut the sleeve of a white shirt, pulling hard on the edges of the fabric. He pressed the girl's forearm to the table and fixed the brush with his knee. With an insane smile on his lips, the Behemoth pressed the cold blade against his skin. The sharp tip easily penetrated the flesh. The man shook his head in pleasure.

She followed the other hand, her eyes wide with a little fear: "I.. I.. I'm sorry" When two eyes meet. Brawen is a little dazzled. The orange-red eyes are a bit playful, the hair is like a burning flame, the uniform is only red and white, but it's very bright on him, the face is a little less than Chris's. but the aristocratic aura surpasses that of Chris. He stood in the rain, like the sun dispelling the cold night, like a sun god lost in the dark night of the bloodsuckers. He doesn't have a beauty as pure as ice, like water without blemish, so that the world can hardly match it like Julie.

Unlike the other males she saw here, Brucie had short blonde hair with oaken brown eyes, and a slight roguish expression on his face. He had a scar running vertically to his nose, yet it did not put Catherine off. She found scars to be attractive, especially since Zion had one as well. He leaned forward, catching her gaze with his, drawing her into smiling. Brucie was handsome. Just like the others, which only made her even more interested in him. Everyone else treated her like a child, yet here he was, treating her like a woman, instead. It was comforting.

She couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Agatha knew Maurice since she's become popular earlier than her. As last year's female winner, Maurice was really a goddess. Last year, when she was sitting at the audience seats, she quietly did a comparison between Maurice and Misty and admitted to herself that the former was actually way charismatic than the other. The beauty level was the same, but Maurice Jensen, despite having a violent tendency, was a natural stunner. If the girl did nothing but stand next to Misty, or even Cloe, she'd appear a bit more beautiful due to her endless charm, which the two fell short a bit. There was also a bit of aura on her that makes her like someone from the hi

Trent was already there when Bree arrived at the meeting location. She took her time walking over, not because she was puzzled about what she was going to say but because she was studying him. The sun was almost directly overhead. It picked up the golden highlights in his hair and reflected them like a halo around his head. His skin was more bronze now than it had ever been in all the years she’d known him, probably from so much beach time. His eyes were the color of the sea, and the way he worried his hand against his set jaw, he looked so handsome she could hardly handle looking at him, but she also couldn’t pull away.

his grin widened becoming warm. “Aww…. It’s gorgeous,” my fingers brushed through the bracket in admiration. As much as fancy stuff wasn't a part of the things I craved in life, my eyes couldn't deny how stunning this bracelet suited my wrist. One would think they used my wrist as an illustration while making this.

I almost gloated but held my peace. "You will get me castrated?!" I stuttered, emphasizing the last word. She swirled the sword, throwing it at me. The blade brushed through my cheeks, almost causing a scar. I held in my emotion, trying not to flinch. I was pretty sure that she knows that I was an Alpha and yet she has chosen to ridicule me in this manner. She brings her face closer to mine, her eyes peering into mine without blinking, she crossed her eyes, exhaling air out of her nostrils.