Beautiful Creatures Lena Duchannes Novels & Stories

The next morning there was an unholy silence above the penthouse. Alexander stood in his work room, the shirt half open, and stared at the Screen. Julian had just sent him a message. A single photo, nothing on. There was only one woman to see — about mid thirty, slim elegant Appearance, blue cold eyes. She saw Victor Langenbach terrifyingly similar. Lena entered his office, still dressed in the morning coat. “What’s going on? Honey? You look like you saw a ghost.”

He didn't know she would be this beautiful as a queen. She looked radiant under the bright moonlight exuding from the roof. Her jewelry reflected the moonlight on her face making her look angelic. Lenora looked like a moon goddess directly descending from the moon as she walked toward him. He took his steps down and held his hand out for her to climb the stairs. Lenora graciously took his hand and climbed the stairs along with him. on, They both went ahead and stood on the left side of the deity aside like obedient children. On the right side, Elphaba stood in all her glory in her green-colored clothes.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lies beyond the door, and turn the knob. “I hope I did not wake you,” Lena, Alden’s sister whom I have barely interacted with, says with a smile that is the most genuine one I have received in a short while. She is standing outside the door, dressed in a striking purple gown. A dark blue sash wraps around her waist and loops through her belt, giving her an hourglass silhouette. With her height, slim waist and immaculate look, she looks like a sculptor’s masterpiece. I do not know much about her kind or what standards are considered beautiful in their world, but I cannot imagine any universe where Lena would not be considered strikingly attra

The warm lamplight touched her face and caught in the waves of her blonde hair. Even sitting casually in her living room, she looked incredible. Her long legs were crossed, and her fitted dress hugged every curve of her body. Her chest rose slowly as she breathed. I tried not to stare. It didn’t work very well. My eyes drifted down for a moment. Maya noticed. She smiled faintly before taking another sip of wine. That tiny smile made something flip in my stomach. Lena took a breath and straightened slightly. She looked toward Maya. “Damien looks so… lickable,” she said.

what had just happened why was she not dead” Lena yelled angrily if she could not harm her then she would end her physically lifting herself off the ground she opened the box of, after all she was the host she could not be late. **************** Alice held on to Byprass as they walked into the ballroom everything was black to its core and if one was not careful they would think another creature was part of the decor everything screamed luxury whanever Lena had planned she had outdone herself. “This is truly beautiful” Alice spoke as a demon passed a tray by them and they each took a plate it's content a variety of red chokes pie, Alice’s eyes widened in alertness the chokes fruit was known f

Seeing that there were remaining two baskets of heavenly law fruits, Alex put them away discourteously. “Lord Saint, you’ve worked all day. Hurry up and get some rest!” Then, Alex went upstairs with his daughter in his arms. Lena personally served them and even turned her lower serpent half into a pair of snow-white, beautiful legs. She also put away the dorsal fins and whatnot. At a glance, she looked identical to a beautiful human.

NORA Striker stared down at me, without ever blinking. I gulped, my eyes flickering around the room, searching for the exit. There was one window, but it was behind Dustin. Instead, there was a wide-open door just behind me. “ So…she is not Princess Lenora? ” I scrunched my nose, glancing at Beatrice. “ I had the right hunch. She had an omega vibe. A Lycan Princess can not give that vibe. You said Omegas were not your type. You clearly lied, Your Highness! ”

My heart nearly stopped. A beautiful woman who looked like she was in her late twenties, with long auburn hair, full breasts, and smooth, toned legs, was lying completely naked on the king sized bed, lazily touching herself. Her fingers circled her clit as she looked up at us and smiled, slow and knowing, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. Max closed the door behind us with a soft click. “Lena,” he said casually, his voice low and amused, “this is the girl I told you about.”

My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch. The door creaked open. Tremaine stood not with another woman, but before her mirror. In its glass, a figure looked back—not her reflection, but something else. Someone else. A woman with hair like matted rope, skin the color of ash, nails gnarled like roots. Eyes as black and endless as pits. Filth clung to her like a second skin. She leaned close, her lips curling in a grotesque smile. “You’ve let her live too long. Once you have the stone, kill her.”

Dante’s Point Of View (Lena is so stubborn) Lena leaned in on me, her steps were gradually becoming very light and her grip on my shoulder and neck was slowly becoming loose. Her head on my chest and I could smell the alluring smell of the vanilla shampoo she used on her hair and her candy sweet smell penetrated my nose. I dipped my hand softly into her hair, massaging it as we both danced to the waltz music. She’d stopped moving, her leg at a stand still and her breathing faint, she’d fallen asleep.