Beauty And The Mafia Beast Novels & Stories

He is like a celebrity…Everyone has heard about him, the girls crave to just get a glance of him, but you would only see him when you are about to die. Watching me take a step back, his eyes turned from Egyptian blue to sliver with golden flakes which reminds me that apart from a business tycoon, mafia boss, devil who walks this Earth he is also a beast and I don’t mean this in a metaphorical way. He is a literal beast just like everyone else who lives in this town, the only difference with him was that he is our Alpha.

I asked, my heart racing as I looked around for the beast. The man walked over to me, placing his hands on my face as he gazed up at me. "I am the beast," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. As I moved closer to him, I inhaled his musky scent mixed with a hint of pine. It was a heady aroma that filled my senses, making me feel dizzy with desire. I slowly placed my head on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against my ear.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

Not some random guy from the pack. My blood boiled beneath my skin, racing through my veins like liquid magma. My men gazed upon me with hooded eyes. Alex’s silver, Lucas’s yellow, Mason’s ice-blue, and Grayson’s orange. This was a sign their wolves were right there, scratching at the surface, losing their self-restraint. Writhing on the bed, I stroked between my drenched folds to entice them, tease them, feeling my fingers circle my moistened clit and seeing how their cocks twitched at the slightest movement. Deep, reverberating growls filled the room. It was enough to make me squirm with delight and my sex clenched again, flooding my channel with a fresh gush of warm juices. My men inhaled

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

LAMIA In his bear form, Mathias’ beast stood ten feet tall, dark silky fur, almost black, lay thickly over his extremities. He was a thing of beauty. In all my days, I hadn’t seen a bear shifter as humongous and beautiful as him. The large battle-ax in his paw gave him a dangerous and intimidating edge, as if he wasn’t already, this just enhanced his Alpha aura as he oozed superiority. His silver eyes shone like cosmic stars, unearthly.