Beauty And The Blade Novels & Stories

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

“I’m leaving dad.” “Emma, wait!” He was walking towards me with a pocket knife and pepper spray. “What’s this?” “Listen. It’s not safe out there. This is for… just in case.” “Is there a killer or something?” “It’s more of a..something. It’s not the same Virginia that you were used to. Just be careful.” I could tell that he was really worried. I grab the pocket knife and spray. “Okay. I’ll be careful.” “Good. I’ll see you later.”

The pain wasn't there, numbness consumed her for a little while and she watched the knife as he pulled it out. The crimson of her blood fell on his hand as it dripped down on the floor. "Wanna tell the truth now?" He asked in calmness. It was as if her blood had calmed his beast down. She continued to watch the blood pouring out. Her eyes flickered up to meet his eyes for a brief second before they fell on the knife plunged into his arm. He was bleeding as well. But there was no pain etched on his face. Icy chills started to engulf her body as her vision became blurry. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes focused on the ruthless man but her body gave up on her, her body swayed a little. Eyes

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”

It didn’t define me, or make me any worse than anyone else on this earth. I stared into my brown eyes in the mirror as I applied mascara like a pro. I curled my long, brown hair and sprayed it into place before running my fingers through the curls to give it that sexy, messy look. I never wore it this way except for when I was working at Blue Hades.

With her. This is the sequel to Beauty and The Alpha, where fourteen years later, Chad is all grown up and finding out just how hard love can be. But he is surrounded by familiar faces that we have come to know and love so his story will be anything but dull. I really hope that you enjoyed Beauty and The Alpha and if you did, please be sure to vote for it, leave a comment and tell a friend. I appreciate every person that supports me by reading my stories and I hope they do not disappoint. Now without further ado, here is the next story in the saga...

Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor. “I—I can’t find it!” she stammered. The shadow creature twisted under me, throwing its weight. My grip slipped, claws raking down my ribs. Pain flared white and hot. “You’ll find it now,” I snapped, forcing its head against the rug. “Or she dies!” That jolted her. Pelin scrambled to her bag, yanking the red crescent blade free. It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers.

“Again.” This time she came without restraint, steel met steel in steady rhythm, faster and cleaner. I matched her steps instead of countering them and when her blade slipped from her grip, it was timing, not strength, that put it in the frost between us. She looked at it, then at me. “You’re not as fragile as you pretend.” “I’ve never pretended.” A murmur moved along the edge of the yard, no one looked away this time. I picked up her blade and offered it back hilt-first and she took it without breaking eye contact.