Beautiful Creatures Lena Duchannes Novels & Stories

Here, every creature leaves a trace. “Don’t get too excited,” I told Lena. “When you actually see one, remember to keep your face under control.” She smirked confidently. “Relax. I have professionalism.” I chuckled softly and said nothing more. And then the deer slowly stepped out from the treeline. Sunlight hit its sleek form. Ears flicking, eyes impossibly clean. Lena froze, holding her breath like she’d accidentally stumbled into a fairytale. “Don’t stare too long,” I whispered.

I was hurting too. "Beauty school is hard, okay? I just need a little more time. I'm going to be a famous make up artist. For celebs and models. You'll see. You will all see," Lena said, bursting into melodramatic tears. I stared at them all, everyone frozen in place. "Models are celebs, Lena. Seriously? You thought MIT admitted her? Lena can't fry an egg without setting off the smoke alarm, and you thought she was protecting me?"

the duchess from the south, duchess Lenkov, said, kissing my fingers. “Greetings, duchess Lenkov. Nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you and your grand boutique.” “Your grace is indeed special. It’s an honour to be recognised by you. Rumours weren’t wrong and then I saw you fight prince Hikari myself. I still cannot believe what I saw. You are strong, yet you haven’t lost your feminine energy at all. Now you are the second strongest werewolf in our whole pack. How do you feel?” She asked, her hands elegantly, holding the hand fan.

And now, hearing about Drew and Beatrice hurts me a lot. I took a deep breath and forced a smile to cover my disappointment and jealousy. Mamita looked me in the eyes, and she smiled. I looked down at my feet, and my eyes captured the beauty of my dress. . . I'm now wearing one of the beautiful creations of one of the most famous dress designers in Asia. "Have you read it, Beauty?" Irene glances at me. "Oh my God! You're so beautiful." She strode closer to me. "Wow. . ."

The grand hall was bathed in warm, golden torchlight, the ambient hum of the community vibrating with a steady, joyous pulse. Victor and I stood on the raised dais, watching the floor. Below us, Lena was moving through the crowd. She had her heavy Nikon camera strapped securely around her neck, but her posture was entirely, fundamentally transformed. The phantom weight that had hunched her shoulders for a year was gone. She walked with a fluid, weightless grace, a brilliant, unshadowed smile illuminating her face as she greeted the members of her family. She raised the camera, capturing the kinetic, beautiful life of the sanctuary without a single trace of hesitation.

The gala was everything I hated. Especially when Lena and I were still not good. Polished marble floors reflected the golden light of chandeliers, the air buzzing with champagne and shallow laughter. Men in expensive suits shook hands as though they weren’t sharpening knives behind their backs. Women glittered like jewels in designer gowns, but not one of them compared to the quiet, steady beauty of the woman standing across the room. Lena. Her dress was black silk, simple but devastating, her hair swept up, leaving the column of her neck bare. She wasn’t smiling—not tonight. Her posture was proud, but her eyes flicked to me once, cool and cautious. She didn’t trust me fully. Not yet.

Lena stepped out, walking alongside her assistant, Iris. She was slightly turned, speaking to Iris as they walked, completely unaware of the three pairs of eyes now fixed on her. Her posture was effortlessly poised, her neck long and elegant. The high-neck ivory knit sweater she wore accentuated her slender frame. She carried a document folder in one hand—sharp, professional, strikingly beautiful. "Boss..." Iris whispered a subtle warning. Lena followed her gaze, lifting her eyes briefly to meet Alaric’s. They exchanged a quick look, fleeting but understanding.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** *** . DENISHA . "Next time, don't try that or you will regret it" she said pulling my hands off her then walked away majestically. . I was rendered speechless. I don't understand what's going on, I would have sworn that this woman is Bella but she's not. I really hoped to see that birth mark. I wanted to prove my suspicion right but nothing is adding up. she's up to something but what?

A bucket of water was splashed over Lorenzo's face waking him from his deep slumber while he caught his breath. He searched his surroundings, he was locked, his tendons severed, strapped to a chair in a dark dungeon as a familiar face stood before him, his ex, Katerina Romanov.

They didn't care about anyone else. Coincidentally, nothing in her and Xenia's deal involved hurting Belle directly. She was only willing to make a deal with Xenia because she wanted to find Ethel. Dorothy definitely knew more than Lena did about both Belle and her mother. Lena needed to figure out everything about Belle so that she could get rid of the illnesses in her own body. The old saying went, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." If Lena wanted a good chance at defeating Belle, she needed to know everything about her.