Beautiful Creatures Lena Duchannes Novels & Stories

Maurice asked as I smirked apologetically for ignoring him yet explaining everything Lena said. "Lena?' Madame Serena asked. "Yeah, mousey-brown hair short looks 17 maybe 19 at me most." I said, describing Lenna. Madame Serena's eyes went wide as she nodded. "Right, Lena, I remember her." she said, yet I could not help but think she was hiding something. "Serena, do you know anything about the abuse?" Lady Luna Millicent asked, looking to her Handmaiden, who looked around the room before leaning in.

**The Doctor’s Beautiful Wife** The dining room was breathtaking, a picture of perfection. The elegant chandelier cast a soft, warm glow over the room, and the table was set meticulously with fine china, polished silverware, and crystal glasses. Candles flickered gently in their holders, their flames small and steady, barely moving in the stillness of the house. The room, with all its grandeur, seemed hollow—beautiful, but cold.

He gently placed her down and watched her. The cold wind blew, and Julia shivered. Zeke blanketed her with the hide and tucked her in. The wind blew again, trailing her scent and intoxicating him once again. Zeke closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes and exposed his ruby red pupils that glowed with malice. “My sweet, sweet, human girl.” He moaned in delight. He combed her hair using his fingertips and placed it close to his face. The mere touch of her hair against his skin made him want to claim her.

Diana's body slumped to the floor on its own accord as she watched that incredible scene unfolding right in front of her very eyes, staring at the translucent female silhouette surrounded by that ring of candlelights with wide and unblinking eyes. Was she...a ghost? She seemed to be floating in the air rather than standing on solid ground as that long dressing gown donning her body softly fluttered at her toes, in sync with her long and dark mane of curls. Her body appeared to be so thin and frail, but that didn't take away from her visible beauty. If anything, it even made her look more gracious, despite her current state of being. This must be her. The woman that miss Nancy had told her ab

Proud to be seen as his mate. Finally, we reach a sunlit room where two figures stand waiting. Lucian is tall and broad-shouldered, with silver at his temples and a commanding seriousness to him. Merelle is radiant, her white curls woven into an intricate braid, her green eyes shining with warmth. As soon as I step inside, they both smile. “You must be Xelina,” Merelle says, crossing the space between us with open arms. “We’ve waited so long to meet you.” “It’s lovely to meet you, as well.” I curtsey.

The green liquid bubbled higher. “And Damon,” she added casually, “will pay dearly for having the audacity to step into my land.” Lena’s fear turned sharp and burning. “You won’t hurt him,” she said fiercely. The witch glanced over her shoulder, smiling. “Oh,” she said softly. “We’ll see. The child wouldn’t be born either to disrupt my plans.” The fire crackled louder. And Lena realized with terrifying clarity that she wasn’t a guest. She was bait.

“You’re both too wrapped in sentiment to see how the world really works. That’s why you’re here, strung up like an offering, and I’m not.” The double doors behind him opened again. Lenora entered like a breath of smoke—unhurried, graceful, wrapped in layered robes woven with threads of ash and silver. Her eyes glowed faintly as if the chamber itself obeyed her presence. She didn't acknowledge Caelum at first—her attention was entirely on Dante. “She’s near,” Lenora murmured, tilting her head as though catching a scent on the wind. “Your little witch comes, burning with vengeance.”

I know he knows, but he’s being respectful and traditional until my birthday. Lena pulls me into the house, and I hardly have time to see how beautifully decorated it is. Lena is very talented. We end up down a long hall and in her and Bryat’s bedroom. She has a dress hanging on her closet door, and I’m taken aback. It’s a silk lavender dress with thin straps and a low neck, higher in the front than in the back, and small flowers decorate the hem. “Wow, that’s beautiful,” I tell her honestly.

🏵 CHAPTER 24 🏵 " Mom, meet my fiancee, Lena " Denzel introduced nonchalantly. Mrs. Monica Brenton stared at the woman beside Denzel with a stern look. The old woman wasn't smiling and she wasn't happy either. " Good evening, ma. It's so nice to meet you " Lena smiled broadly at her. Lena was surprised. This old woman was extremely beautiful and probably where Denzel got his good looks from. She was in a simple yet sophisticated dress.

Ruby Lachlan, though not as beautiful as Serena Snow, was a stunningly beautiful woman herself. She was truly breathtaking, with a voluptuous figure and long, attractive legs. Now stripped down to her underwear, she looked even more alluring, but her beauty was marred by the bloody cuts on her legs, which made all her beauty seem to vanish.