Bebe Rexha Nsfw Novels & Stories

I stated. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T JAXY?" "Jaxy?" questioned Nemesis who stood by the staircase evidently eavesdropping on our whole conversation. She was wearing a red top with grey shorts. Fucking hell, she's going to put me in a mood again. "You must be Nemesis." said Felix getting up from his seat to shake her hand. "Felix Torres." "I'm Reina not Nemesis but your ugly friend over there is actually called Narcissus for the record anyways." she stated wearing a grin.

The anger was still there, but beneath it, a flash of disbelief flickered across his face. I wondered. “Have I said something wrong?” The air grew heavy with invisible tension, suffocating me with every passing second. Finally, he spoke. “How?” I frowned. “What?” The muscles in his jaw visibly tightened. “I asked… How?” His voice turned dangerously calm. “How exactly do you expect me to submit two completed dress designs by Friday?” The hopeful smile slipped from my face as he added bitterly. "No designer in Rex City is willing to work with me. And Walton Lux has one very convenient rule.”

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Rex said with a half grimace when seeing Teema and Venya’s eyes widen fearfully. “Even after Marcia, Minet and Lacey you still don’t have a filter, do you?” Kealy scoffed, shaking her head while scanning their surroundings. “After them, even less than before I came here,” Rex smiled, suddenly realising the longer he spent away from them, the less his mind seemed to wander to his prized women who he adored. “You must be a savage,” Teema scoffed, continuing when she realised everyone turned their attention on her, “For one man to string along not one, but three women, is simply abominable.”

With a nod and a bow, Ley bid Rex farewell, turning away and walking out, Rex was already planning his day in his head, ‘First to the beastmaster, then some wrestling, a massage to relax and head back for dinner and bed. Once Rex was out through the palace main gate, he turned his attention west and dashed off, making sure to not go too fast, he had a big day and did not wish to tire himself out too much before it even began, it did not take him long to make it to the western part of town, as he slowed his speed, he stopped by a tavern. “Excuse me, where is the beastmasters auction house?” Rex asked the old man that was sitting at a table, rolling dice between his long slender fingers.

Rhea turned around to see that Xavier was already standing behind her and she smiled at him. “Hey Xavier…” “Rhea,” Xavier stared her down. “What are you doing out here by this time in an abandoned vets office at St. Jacques?” Rhea would have lied but it was no use lying to him. It was all there - Calistè, Jimin, the dead body of her ex boyfriend that was struggling to get to his master again. She knew how it would sound if she told Xavier that she came to see her ex and for a split second, the part of her that dared to have a little fun with him, considered blurting it out.

She embraced me tightly, feeling so relieved to see me alive. “Shahrae.” “A-are you hurt somewhere?” she asked worriedly. “No, of course not. Don’t worry. You know me.” With that, I remembered that I was still blue. So, I transformed into my Aryan self. “That’s better now.” Shahrae smiled, relieved. She nodded at me, and she just remembered her manners and bowed to the two royalties. “This is King Behkzur, not the impostor one,” I informed her.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

Who was standing half-naked. Rex.

Elara’s POV The royal ledger slammed onto the table with a loud crack that made Rhea jump and drop her ink pen. Idris was sitting across from us, his head buried in his hands, surrounded by three separate mountains of financial paperwork that I had personally dragged out of the archives. He looked completely miserable, his shoulders sagging like he’d rather be facing a horde of feral rogues than sitting in this room with me. "I am the Beta of the Royal Crescent Pack," Idris groaned, his voice muffled against his palms as he slowly looked up at me. "I manage border defenses. I coordinate elite enforcers. Why am I spending my afternoon watching you read receipts from three years ago?"