Beautiful Stranger Christina Lauren Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dear Readers, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who took the time to read my book, "Beauty And The Lycan Beast". Writing this book was a labor of love for me, and seeing so many of you enjoy it has been an incredible experience.

“This witch is hurting me. She’s not letting me go.” I shrugged with nonchalance. “I’m enjoying breaking her arm.” “Kura, let her go.” He said. It’s a good thing he sounded like he’s not concerned or I swear he’s going to join this brat. “Not until she’ll say the words.” “No! Let me go!” She was shaking wildly like a fish out of water. “Just say the words, Christina and she’ll let you go. You don’t know how stubborn that woman is.”

"Dion..." His heart pounded as if it was about to leap out of his body. Though, it didn't have to, as he will give it to the woman on top of the stairs without question. "Thea..." he turned around and looked at her, the window in the limo was already reflecting the beautiful image, but the real person was thousands of times more fascinating than a simple mirror. She wore a beautiful dark blue dress with white in the bottom, many jewels were adorning the bodice covering her front elegantly. It was as if she were wearing a dress made of stars and she was the brightest.

She wanted the pain in her head to be louder than the pain in her heart. She had lost everything. Her marriage. Her freedom. Her son. Her future. Her mother’s love. All of it was gone. *** At the other side, Washington D.C. felt different from Boston. Kelvin walked beside Clarita. He wore a well-fitting suit. He was clean, healed, and strong again. They entered a grand hotel for a private auction where billionaires traded in rare things: precious stones, gold bars, ancient art. Clarita guided Kelvin to a quiet corner. “See that man?” she whispered. “He owns diamond mines. That woman over there? She buys entire gold reserves from small countries.”

I was expecting her to drop off the supplements and leave when she suddenly clutched her stomach and asked, "Winston, my stomach hurts. Could you get me a glass of water?" Startled, I quickly went to the water dispenser to get her some hot water. Just then, Nancy appeared behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. A mild, subtle fragrance wafted from her, not overpowering but somehow intoxicating, and I could feel her softness pressing against me. As she rubbed against my back, my mind went completely blank. A tingling sensation washed over me from head to toe. I suppressed my inner turmoil and said to Nancy, "Ms. Stevens, please don't cross the—"

The burning desire in my body made my consciousness waver. Charlie said at that moment, "It's normal to have some discomfort. You'll feel much better once I'm done with you." Caught off guard, I tensed up inexplicably as he pressed his body on mine. Instinctively, I gripped the hem of my dress. My chest felt swollen and throbbing. His hands ravished my bosom, and he fondled me roughly with his palms. "Loosen up so that I can treat you properly." Initially, I felt embarrassed and wanted to push him away. However, the pain subsided somewhat the second his hands touched my skin. I said, "Then, be more gentle. My chest is hurting me."

Instead I moved closer, silent as the ghost I was trained to be and kept watching her, her thick black raven hair against her ebony smooth skin and the way her eyes were so divided on the dirty little vixen in her laptop screen. Aurora Whittaker is a twenty three year old princess with old money. And ever since her brother had eloped with the love of his life Elena, the weight of the crown has been left on her shoulders. If I didn’t believe in love myself, I’d have looked for her brother and offed him for being so selfish but it wasn’t my business since Aurora herself didn’t mind. She had long legs that I had imagined times without number wrapped around my waist as I pounded her against that

--- Two hours later, I was staring at my reflection in a luxury boutique, wondering where Maya Johnson had gone. Perfect waves framed my face. Makeup flawless but natural. A silk blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt that hugged me in all the right places. The heels… I didn’t even want to know the price tag. “This isn’t me,” I muttered under my breath. --- When we finally walked into Harrington Group International, I thought my nerves would give out. The building towered over the city, its glass walls reflecting the morning sun like a crown. Inside, people moved like clockwork—men and women in sharp suits, their eyes fixed ahead, their steps quick and purposeful.

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds